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Spike's Pub - Open 11/16

Loz scowled at the door. He didn't like working the bar. Not that he minded doing things behind it, but he knew he wasn't bartender material. Yazoo was the best at that and right now he was off, in a foul mood.

Since it would just be him and Kadaj, as he flipped the sign to OPEN, he hoped it would be a slow night.

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Jack strolled into the pub, almost bouncing, and being his usually inordinately happy self. "Good evening, chums. Is this the right place in town for a nice simple beer? Or do I have to head down the street to the flashy place with the Latin name?"

Kadaj leaned on the bar and gestured to a stool. "Simple beer? That we can do. Off key singing? That would be down the street"

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Jack winces and slides onto the bar stool. "I think I'll avoid the off-key singing for the night. Something local and draft, if you've got it. I don't think I've seen you boys around, but then again I am new in town."

Pushing up and grabbing a glass, Kadaj drew him a beer. "We're around, you just have to look for us." He slid the beer in front of the man.

"I might do that," Jack replies jovially. "Jack Dalton. I run Fly By Night, down by the water. If you need it, I can find it if I don't already have it. I also offer flying lessons. I'd give you a business card but I haven't gotten them printed up yet." After this rapid-fire advertisement, he takes a long pull of his draft. "Good stuff."

"Spike only stocks the best," Kadaj said. He leaned on the bar again. It was quiet for the most part so he could talk for a bit. "Flying lessons? As in aircraft?"

"Nice little biplane. Not too much to look at, granted, but she'll get you where you're going. Hasn't let me down yet." He grins. "Interested?"

He held his hands up. "Not me. I prefer wheels to the ground." Kadaj tilted his head, giving Jack a thoughtful look. "Do you take people flying?"

"I can at that. Haven't yet here in Fandom." Jack looks thoughtful. "Come to think of it, haven't had any business at all since I got to Fandom."

"It always starts out slow. As people hear about you, they'll come." Kadaj waved at the door. "And weekends you'll have tourists from the mainland."

Kadaj got Jack another beer. "So how much would you charge to take someone up for...an hour?"

Jack accepts the beer with a small salute. "Don't know. Would really only charge cost of fuel . . . for an hour . . . say fifteen dollars? Twenty in windy weather."

Nodding, Kadaj considered that for a bit. "If it were someone's birthday, where would you take them, if you were hired to fly them around?"

Jack could smell a sell. "Anywhere they wanted! Over to the mainland, out over the ocean, north, south, east, west, go in circles above the island."

More thinking. Kadaj pushed up and went to the register to dig around. When he found a pen, he dragged a new napkin over and handed them both to Jack. "Number and hourly rate."

Jack writes down his voicemail (http://www.livejournal.com/users/_flybynight/358.html) number and "$15/h" and hands it back to the bartender. "You can also come down to the shop. If I'm not around, Ivanova can set you up with something. Look forward to doing business with you."

He looked down at the number and folded the napkin in half, tucking it in his leathers. "How much notice do you need and cash upfront?"

"Three days," Jack replied. "You can pay before before or after. I'm easy." He grins. "Not exactly the way it seems most of the town is, though."

[[Leathers. I'll be in my bunk.]]

"People are frightened," Kadaj said. "Makes them skittish. It doesn't help there's a curfew."

Jack nodded. "I noticed. So I take it this curfew is a new thing?" He glances at his watch, making sure he had enough time to finish his pint and get back.

"Yeah. Some girl disappeared and now everyone's running scared. Radio said they are hunting the guy now." Kadaj gestured around to the barely populated Pub. "Killing business."

"Really?" Jack says with an ironic smile. "You can barely tell. Seems I arrived in Fandom at a rather inopportune time. I hope for a speedy resolution to bring the drinking flocks back to this fine establishment."

"It'd be nice. We don't want to lose our jobs," Kadaj said with a smirk. He shrugged. "It's nice when it's quiet, though."

"Makes friendly conversation a little easier," Jack says with a smile. "And if you boys were ever pushed out by a sudden rash of teetotallers, you could always come work for me. I'm assuming those nice custom bikes outside are yours."

The look on Kadaj's face changed subtly. He regarded the man silently and smiled. "Yes, they are."

Hooking his thumb over to Loz at the other end of the bar, "He's Loz. I'm Kadaj. And our other brother, Yazoo is off tonight."

"Loz, Kadaj, Yazoo. Like most residents, I'd guess you're not from around here." He nods his head in the general direction of the front of the store. "I'm a bit of a mechanic myself. Usually on things that fly, but I recognise quality when I see it."

"Thanks," he said in response to the bikes. "Loz is actually the genius on that. Sometimes he even lets us help."

"I wonder if anyone here is from here. We're from far away and not because we wanted to be," he leaned on the bar again, his head tilting to look toward the door.

Jack drains the last of his beer and set the empty glass and a stack of bills on the bar. "Well, that's about all for me tonight. Thanks for the drinks and the conversation and I'm sure I'll be seeing you boys around."

"Yeah. You will," Kadaj said, sweeping up the money to put in the till. "Later." And he hoped so. This guy Jack seemed alright.

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