A man walks into the bar wearing the Cal-Free Ranger longcoat and cowboy hat. (formerly Cal-Free Marshals)
a fine layer of dust permeates the soft brown leather, although the Seatle rain seems to have turned a fair share of it into a fine layer of grit and mud.
The seven pointed star hangs tarnished on the left breast pocket, and numerous patches covering tears and bullet holes outline how durable the coat is.
A hip-high slash on the right side goes from the knee-length bottom of the coat all the way to the hip, exposing a once-chrome seven shot revolver in a tactical thigh mounted quick-draw holster.
"Let's see if my Godmode codes still work..."
a raspy, yet familiar voice speaks to the dead silence of the pub.
the hat tips to the side as if some internal thought process is talking with it's self in his head.
The juke-box pauses mid song, cutting off the last half of 'Days of Rain'.
Juke-Joint Jesabel, a pre-VITAS song by a long forgotten band known as KMFDM begins to pulse through the sound system.
Walking toward the bar patrons lean away from the man who seems all-to-familiar, and a little too legally empowered for the usual crowd at this venue.
He reaches over with his left hand and pulls a dusty bottle from behind the counter.
It's been years. but the bright blue color of "Jolt-Cola; Electric blue" can still be seen through the grime.
The sugar and caffeen seem to have settled into a thick 2" crust at the bottom of the bottle. It takes more than a few shakes to get it somewhat mixed again.
"So, what's an old pirate got to do in order to get a welcome around here?"
