Maxine let slip a small laugh, not even bothering to cover it. Not that either of them were covering much, you flasher. Reiko was turning out to be just the right blend of energy and attitude. She gave her an affectionate prod to go first.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Oh wait, theirs something on your back."</span>Smack.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Turns out, it was my hand. What a surprise."</span><br/><br/>The interior of the bar turned out to be just as ramshackle, and far more, than Reiko might have originally surmised. The lot had, apparently, originally been a grocery or a warehouse. The ceiling was high, high up and the available space was sprawling. So things were a chaotic, spread out mess of permanent fixtures and temporary constructions. Also, the namesake of the establishment: Old oil drums that had been filled with wood and coal and lit up. Heating was probably more difficult given the high ceiling, and they didn't have the means to always be pumping in oil to burn. Given that everyone was plastered from one extreme to another, it was probably far safer an alternative. Somewhere behind the bar, they could hear electric guitars and drums over the din of rattling fence.<br/><br/>Maxine reached up to the strap securing her helmet and pulled it. Much as she preferred the comforting weight of anonymity, it was nice to feel a breeze on her face again. Plus, it was also Reiko's first look at the hispanic cyborg in detail. Dark hair, cut short and buzzed at the sides. Green eyes, dull in color and hard in shape set in the face of a brawler. It looked like her bones were carved out of hard angles and knuckles.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Last one to the bar buys the drinks."</span>