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[.... Huh.

Well. He'd be lying if he said this was totally, totally the first time he fell asleep in one place, black out drunk, and woke up somewhere else. The uh... The setting was a bit different... than usual. There was a lot of quiet cursing as he pulled himself out of that pod, wiped the stuff in it off of him, and then sloshed his way out of the cavern, nursing the tail end of what he was sure was once one hell of a hangover.

In the glaring light of day, after his eyes adjusted, it was just sort of one surprise after another here. What was that thing?

What was that thing over there?

The fuck was that person wearing? The fuck was that person holding? Is that a carriage? Where's the horse? The hell is up with these buildings?

What did he drink last night?

After a moment of thoughtful silence, his expression unreadable, he... backtracks a moment, no doubt to consult the glowing woman of whom clearly wasn't listening to him- Ah, a recording. Of some sort. Well okay.

Back out, begrudgingly gathering some pamphlets to browse through, refusing to step aside for some radical preteen skateboarder as he does and-]

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[This opens to the sound of some poor fuck on a skateboard eating absolute shit in the background.

Reaver doesn't seem like he's paying any goddamn attention to this, his smile sharp and brilliant]

Genessia, was it?

Well, consider me charmed, this is the most interesting thing to have happened to me in ages.

And what a lovely hello in the caves too~.

Allow me to introduce myself; I am Reaver, I look forward to getting better acquainted with all of you. And speaking of all of you, I'm taking a little survey!

What and where is the best bar here? I'd like to start my little vacation here off right.

[With some hair of the dog for his lingering goddamn hangover.]

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Hello-

[He pauses for the name at just how ghastly it sounds]

Reaver. Glad you've taken a shine to the world. Your gladness will be increased if you head to...you know, even giving the name away is an unforgivable spoil. I'm afraid mere directions will have to do.

[Which, carefully curated to avoid mention of Jack's Karaoke, will be just the thing he sends to his phone. He never gets tired of this joke. Ted hopes they're just the right mix of both inebriated and musically eager.]

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[He picked that title because it's so apropos for him, the connotations are absolutely vicious and that's how he likes it.

There's a light, bubbly titter]

Dear boy, you don't think I'll just traipse off to any old establishment without proper information, do you?

[Not with how 'popular' he is, that's a good way to get shot in the fucking face]

What on earth sets this little alcoholic riddled hole in the wall apart from the rest of them?

Aha, you might, were you adventurous enough. It's Jack's, for a name, and upon my honor I'll swear to its loveliness. More than that would be to deprive pleasure, which I'd fain forfend for any new arrival.

But if you are weary in spirit or body, or want for security, merely say the word, and I'll happily escort you.

[Maybe he should've thrown in a "bawk bawk bawk!" for good measure.]

[Ted. Ted he's two hundred and thirty, he's gotten this before.]

I never drink alone, so I'd adore some company~.

Despite what I can so far discern from your attire, the rest of you looks more than adequate enough to be seen with me.

[now we're gonna play a different game of chicken]

*The best bar? That's an easy one. Faye sits up and smiles at him slowly*

Try the Hangar Queen. It's a favourite of mine. Course, there's also the casino, if you're a gambling man...

I'm a man of many interests, I'd be lying if I were to claim gambling wasn't one of them.

So now I have a vote for a little place by the name of Jack's, and this delightful suggestion- Hanger Queen, was it?

How will I ever choose?

[And yet he doesn't look a day over forty. Ted will never understand why people don't like his clothes as much as he does. Do they enjoy misery?]

I can't say "no" to adoration. Well, I'll bring a towel, if only to dry before our moistening.

[If Reaver does not ditch him like he's ditched so many others, Ted will show up confirming all of Reaver's worst fashion fears. But he does have a towel.]

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[An avowed masochist would probably be the most likely to want to spend an entire evening with Ted.

Lets see how long Reaver lasts]

I'll be about the Bay area, I'm sure you won't miss me.

[Christ knows Reaver will be able to spot Ted.

The man himself looks like he cut himself out of a rum commercial, extravagant golds and reds, cavalier boots, a sword on one hip and a pistol at the other.

Obviously the best person to go to a bar with, clearly]

I am a not contemptible marksman.

[Ted's in his usual: brightly colored and baggy tunic and pants, as if the sun invited his good friend Mr. Rainbow to come down and dazzle the earth in person. It could be worse. It could be so much worse.

Ted would have a hard time noticing any weapon not immediately brandished in his face. Or anything at all, really. It is in the evening, after all, which makes his already poor perception more crippled than usual. He calls through the night.]

Hello? Mr.--aheh--Reaver! Have you quit the world so soon? Genessia can't have tired of you that quickly!

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[It could be, the Hero that visited him had decided to show up in a chicken costume.

She thought she was very funny.

The click of the heels on those boots would give him away before he even appeared, though in case Ted's hearing was just as bad as is observational skills, the sword was drawn.

To rap against a light post.]

You'll find me not nearly that easy to shake free.

Oh! Haha, I'm happy to have found you at all. Here you are.

[The yellow towel is tossed to him, as if to test reflex and show what the Hero of Skill can really do. Once he's done.]

And here we go.

[There was time in the trip, which meant plenty of time for Ted's favorite: small talk. A fencing enthusiast like himself did notice the blade.]

Was dueling very popular, where you hail from?

[It's a towel, not a bullet. He grabs it easily, using it to clean away any remaining dampness on his clothes and boots from the cave aaaand then just fucking tosses it in a bin.

YEP]

Oh yes exceedingly so, but not as popular as the highwayman profession. Leaving your home without a weapon is an excellent way to become a past tense person.

Is that so?

*Faye pulls a face at mention of Jack's - clearly she is more loyal to the other bar*

Jack's? Who recommended that place? I say you choose by the best with the best drinks - and that's Hangar Queen. Or there's After Life, if you want something with better decor and some dancing.

[Ted, brimming with benefit of the doubt, figures some ignorance on Reaver's part explained why it was viewed so lightly. He may toss it and leave it, but Ted runs up back to retrieve it. Waste not, want not. It goes without comment.]

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that. Well, this world is more secure most of the time. While that's fine enough for out of doors, I'm afraid the patrons will be disquieted to see you so armed. If you've no place to stow them, I'll be happy to have that honor.

[And maybe inspect their workmanship while he's at it, being very fond of guns and swords both. For all Ted's mischievous aims, Jack's is the closest establishment to The Bay. Within minutes one could make out the bright lighting and thumping dance music.]

My weapons don't leave me, what kind of bar doesn't allow guns in it?

[ALL OF THEM.

BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU, REAVER]

My dear, my interest, while it certainly involves the quality of the drinks, also extends towards the quality of its patrons.

Which one has the best entertainment?

The civilized ones.

[And would you look at that, the pace has ground to a halt. Don't make that face, Reaver. Think of all the law and order you could uphold.]

The boring ones.

[But he doesn't have the money right now (he checked) to dig in his heels and claim he's gonna make his own bar with guns and black jack and hookers.]

I'll not entrust my items to a stranger. Where on earth could you put them, and accompany me into the bar at the same time?

If you want live music, I'd say Hangar Queen. If you want dancing and...something a bit more risque, I'd say After Life.

As for patrons...

*Here she pauses to give him a lazy grin*

Well clearly that's just whatever bar I'm in that's best, hmm?

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While I'm sure swords and spirits is a very interesting marriage, it may have the unhappy and uneconomical effect of reducing one's patrons.

If I told you, would you trust me any more to retain them? Leave all to me, dear Reaver, and I shall see you through every uncertainty. Has the evening not been perfectly safe under my watchful eye thus far?

[All three minutes of it.]

If you ask me for my weapons without an adequate explanation as to where they are going, and when I will receive them back one more time, I shall introduce them to you in the most uncouth manner I can devise.

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Risque you say? You have my full attention.

Which bar might that be?

[What a kidder. Wordlessly, for once, Ted pats the trusty pouch he always keeps round his waist. It's where the reclaimed towel mysteriously disappeared to.]

[Now while Reaver is no stranger to magic, he's not exactly a mage.

Ergo, he gestures at that pouch.]

Would you care to offer a demonstration?

[Yes he saw the towel but-]

With something less malleable and flexible than cloth.

Well, well - if that's the kind of night you're after, maybe the Holy Diver is more of your sort of idea - dancers and everything.

Me? I'm at home right now. But I could be persuaded out.

I might just have to make it a point to visit every bar before sunrise.

I do like company that's open to suggestions~. What might coax you from your boudoir tonight?

O ye of little faith.

[Ambivalence is about as positive a regard as he can manage for it. Still, he puts his hand in, and out comes a sterling blade, as naturally as if it had come straight from the sheath. The relevant part being how its length far exceeded its origins. So produced, Ted does a fancy flourish, then sends it back whence it came.

And just to banish his own ill feeling, he performs a droll bow.]

Does that satisfy?

*Faye can't help but laugh at his suggestion*

That's sure some ambition!

Hmm - the promise of a few good drinks and a friendly smile always helps...

[Now that is interesting!

It's also gonna be all he wants to talk about now, congrats]

It satisfies one curiosity, and then begets another.

How does this work? Mind, I'll not be inserting my sword into unexplained holes.

My dear, I am nothing but a man of great, selective, ambition.

I believe I can easily fulfill both of those requirements effortlessly.

[He is sorely tempted to turn his sword into a suppository for Reaver's hole.]

Would I knew. Rather like the phones we were talking through; we know that they work, but the "how" proves elusive.

[Did the Hero of Albion get this much scrutiny over where they kept their impossible inventory? Hmmm??]

[The Hero of Bowerstone never demanded to touch his stuff.]

If you cannot explain it, than you do not get to hold any of my things, and I shall take to company that cares little for my weaponry and the mixing of guns with copious alcohol consumption.

Clearly you've not a single idea what a 'fun night out' actually entails.

[As he cannot explain it, that makes things mercifully easy. While the prank would've been fun, he can't help but feel a creeping sense of sultriness about the man. Whose parents name someone "Reaver", anyway?]

Clearly. Well, I'll leave you to it. Good evening!

[His pace, going anywhere but there, becomes markedly brisk.]

[Oh, this one sounds like an absolute treat and she's just grinning the whole time. How lovely.]

There's a few different bars in the cities, there's a few owned by the same man who... admittedly, knows what he's doing. But if you're looking for something a little... extra with your drink, I'd suggest Holy Diver in Everglade and do head for the basement for a bit more entertainment, hm?~

Unless you have a problem being around supernatural creatures and the undead, of course, Everglade is inclined to those sorts of things. But everyone's friendly in the bar at least.

Well, in that case, I wish you all the best of luck.

Oh really? Then in that case I might be tempted to join you in a drink or two. You know, before you set off round all those other bars.

Are you sure I can't coax you into a liquor tour? Exploring the establishments is one thing, but to do so with excellent company is another.

Gracious, that makes two for Holy Diver. What exactly is it about this delightful location that makes it so outstanding?

[There's a laugh]

Have a problem with the undead- As long as I get asked before someone puts their mouth on me, I have no issue with them at all.

But then, Hollow Men and spirits are two entirely different things. There's never been a ghost I didn't like.

[I mean, at least he doesn't cackle as he watches that poor kid make close, bloody friends with the pavement. He wants to. But he doesn't.]

[The sharp-toothed smirk isn't subtle, though. But rather than commenting he looks to the man on screen with amusement, eyes him appreciately.]

As much as I would love to say that this place is full of good drink, I fear most bars I've poked me head into aren't worth the time it takes to spit.

I did quite enjoy this one called Velvet Lust, though. Quaint little place. First drink is even on me.

[What's that? Someone wants to buy him a drink? Well gosh, he doesn't even know what to say-]

I'm a man of many tastes and preferences, but I've still found that the best sort of drink is the free kind~.

Where is this delightful bar?

Well... I don't think I'm working til late tomorrow, so I could maybe join you for one or two stops of the tour.

*She just smirks at him indulgently - this guy is too amusing, and drinking with him might be quite fun*

So, in which bar are you going to buy my first drink, and when?

Since it came so highly recommended, I'll just have to pick Holy Diver. It seems as if it might very well be the most interesting bar in the area.

*Faye grins in amusement at his suggestion and nods her approval*

It's a great place to drink, and it's entertaining out - plenty of fun to be had.

[Oh, she's just stretching and setting the device away so she can let the video get a full picture of her which right now is just her in a rather skintight silver dress that ends just modest enough and shows off her cleavage rather well.]

I'm sure you can take a wild guess as to why it is. You should stop by some time, it's always nice to see new faces down there, after all~

[She's waving a hand at the second part, not seeming terribly bothered.]

Everyone asks before biting as far as I've seen and there is a drink or two that caters to them specifically without worry for those that might be inclined to get their attention. As for the rest, well, like I said, everyone's rather friendly or keeps to themselves.

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