Lance shrugged as he followed Skye in, trying to ignore the strange looks the town's inhabitants were giving him. "What's wrong with my armour? It used to be standard issue for UEGNC Marines until 2832. My amour's old but reliable, and I'm pretty happy with that." He followed his companion to a wooden building with a sign that read 'The Happy Dragon'. "The Happy Dragon? That's a pretty shitty name." Nonetheless, he pushed its wooden doors open and entered, greeted by the sight of a lively interior.
Of course, it went silent when everyone saw him. Lance gave a halfhearted wave, and a few more seconds passed before the noise resumed like nothing had happened. The mercenary sighed and pulled out a barstool and sat on it, the wood audibly creaking under his weight. "Hey, bartender!" He shouted, catching the attention of a young man, currently in the process of cleaning a silver tankard. The man raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "What can I get you?"
"The strongest shit you have."
The bartender set the tankard down and retreated backstage to presumably prepare something very alcoholic. Lance then heard Skye speak. "I hope that you've at least brought some money. I'm not buying you a drink."
He froze. It hadn't occurred to him that these backwater people may not use Credits as their currency. "Aw, shit. What kind of money do you people use?"
Of course, it went silent when everyone saw him. Lance gave a halfhearted wave, and a few more seconds passed before the noise resumed like nothing had happened. The mercenary sighed and pulled out a barstool and sat on it, the wood audibly creaking under his weight. "Hey, bartender!" He shouted, catching the attention of a young man, currently in the process of cleaning a silver tankard. The man raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "What can I get you?"
"The strongest shit you have."
The bartender set the tankard down and retreated backstage to presumably prepare something very alcoholic. Lance then heard Skye speak. "I hope that you've at least brought some money. I'm not buying you a drink."
He froze. It hadn't occurred to him that these backwater people may not use Credits as their currency. "Aw, shit. What kind of money do you people use?"