The girl that walked in was a blonde wearing leather armor, and carrying a familiar looking pistol. It looked to be chambered for 5.56mm, judging by the barrel bore and size of the revolver cylinder. 'I believe that's Deckard's pistol from the movie 'Blade Runner', never saw it.' Thank you Pip, now I won't lose sleep at night...Er, more sleep at night.
"This seat taken?" She asked, and I let her take a seat. "Thanks, walking on the road was starting to get unbearable in this weather." The mysterious gunslinger shook the rain off of her armor, asking the bartender for something called a 'dragon's breath' for the two of you.
The bartender placed down two shot glasses, pouring in one part vodka and two parts some sort of gin. A moment later, she lit both of them on fire with a match, before leaving both of us to our drinks. My new friend took one of the glasses carefully, a cocky smile on her face as she raised a glass, smiling all the way.
"Well friend, I didn't quite get your name, but care to best me in a drinking competition?" A bit early to be drinking, isn't it? But I guess it couldn't hurt, I do need a good drink after tanning like a tomato.
"With the few days I've had, bring it on and let the good times roll." Taking my glass, I blew out the flame, knocked back the shot, and asked for another from the bartender. The gunslinger seemed to be pretty impressed, and knocked back her own shot. After a few drinks, I figured learning her story would be pretty interesting at the moment. "So what's your story? There's got to be more to the strange gunslinger walking into a bar."
She let out a low laugh, knocking back another shot before getting her story straight. "Well first off, name's Marie Lyall, some call me Courier 6 after my uh...Previous employer screwed me on a deal." Marie pointed to the two scars on her forehead. "Took two nine by nine's to the dome, all because of something called a platinum chip." There was another laugh from her, before the Courier knocked back another shot. "For such a fancy handgun, his ammo was pretty shitty." True, most of the ammo I've seen here looks hand loaded, and not the good quality like that guy Alucard knows in Transylvania.
It's weird how he has so many friends outside of Hellsing, but good for him I suppose.
"Ouch, and the name's Seras." 'Don't forget I'm here.' Oh hush you dashing rogue, in the middle of a conversation here. "So anything else about you? Like that fancy gun you've got on you?" Marie placed the revolver on the table, giving me a quick rundown of its operation.
It fired a 5.56mm cartridge, which seemed to be a bit much for a revolver. But considering the revolver looked like something out of Blade Runner, my best guess is that some sort of electronic system keeps it active for whatever reason. Besides that, it could switch ammo types with a minor amount of slight of hand and whatnot.
We ended up drinking enough to knock the both of us out for a while...Or it would've, were I not the Fuck-mothering Vampire! Well, I'm a fuck-mothering vampire, the other's probably in England buggering off somewhere.
Now then, what should I do with my passed out friend once she wakes up?
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[] See if she knows about any casinos, clubs, anything to keep the party going!
[] Marie mentioned something about a checker suited fucker, could be fun hunting him down.
[] Go adventuring, see where she takes you.
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