<div align="center"><strong>~&lt;=&gt;~ Kiran Reed (yes, ladies, he's single) <del>   </del> Oxhorn Saloon <del>   </del> Has to content himself with a single glass, but there's hope for more from a different source! <del>   </del> dressed (http://www.yeshairstyles.com/wp-content/gallery/sam-worthington/sam-worthington-hairstyle-from-terminator-salvation.jpg) sharply (http://www.dabblestone.com/bio_files/Sam%20Worthington%20poster.jpg), as always ~&lt;=&gt;~</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.crushable.com/files/2012/04/cos-sam-worthington-fun-fearless-awards-mdn.jpg)</div><br/>...Wait, what?<br/><br/>Kiran lowered his head to the counter, eyeing the glass full of fire water the mystery lap lady had poured him before scurrying off. Well, damn, it had probably been too high of an expectation to think she'd actually hand him a bottle. With a shrug the ex-Alliance mechanic wrapped his gruff fingers around the smooth and fragile body of the glass, bringing it to his lips. The contents, while of decent quality, unlike the ditchwater he'd been drinking up until now, were downed all too quickly. Now a small part of him wished he hadn't drunk that at all, because it left him wishing for more.<br/><br/><strong>"Gui... That should teach me not to have expectations of strange women,"</strong>he muttered to himself as he almost threw his glass back onto the counter, the transparent container twirling in place for a moment, awkwardly close to tipping over and rolling off and falling onto the floor to shatter into a hundred pieces. No doubt the barman had been holding his breath when seeing that. No one fancied a mess they had to clean themselves.<br/><br/>The blond girl seemed to have found the Asian doctor she had been looking for, dragging her over to another table. The redhead was left by herself, but seemed to know the man with the liquor bottle, so Kiran didn't concern himself with any of them any further. They were all strangers to him, after all. Right now the only thing on his mind was getting another glass of decent booze. It was more or less the fuel he ran on during lazy hours like this, with no ship to travel on and thus no machines to maintain and repair.<br/><br/>A whistle left his mouth as the darker skinned man bragged about the bottle he swung around, pouring drinks for the ladies. Naturally, the question he asked Kiran was answered with an eager smirk and a audible,<strong>"Hell yeah I want some! You just made yourself a friend for life, peng you!"</strong>There was something about the man though. He couldn't put a finger on it right that instance, but the way the darker skinned man carried himself seemed familiar. It wasn't the kind of familiar as in knowing the person, but rather the sort of person.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gui = hell<br/>Peng you = buddy, pal, friend