Charybdis Quasar

Flickering lights down the corridor lead the way to the entrance.  Neon lights adorn the outside windows, branding most of the major brands of brews slung out by the establishment...The Charybdis Quasar Pub.  Jester pushes through the double doors and walks up to the bartender.  He's an old man with a false leg from battles fought long ago.  A scruffy face and tattered leather clothing wouldn't make anyone give him a second look but on one side he wears a medal from the Confederacy given him for honorable actions during the war.  Jester wonders if he ever talks about it.  Better to let it pass for now.

 

Bartender:  What'll it be?

 

Jester: Sidewinder Fang.  Straight up.

 

The brew is poured and Jester downs it in quick order.  Before he can ask for another, the bartender has already filled him another glass.  Jester takes it and heads to a booth against the wall.  A few sips and Jester turns his head to the entrance as others come in to partake in the establishment's entertainment.

Tbar smiles at his twin brother, the bar tender, and continues watching the vids on the wall.

Suddenly, a chick walks through the door in 4 inch stiletto's....

... closely followed by a slightly short, slightly rotund, slightly loud guy wearing a pricey designer jacket that would look better on a young pro sport star....

 

"I doubt they have my favourite tipple here my dear! are you sure this is the right place?....."