(read 'Along came a Spider...*grin*' first)
*Spider enters ARAT. The place looks like a tornado hit it...*
Spider: *thinking* Not what I expected...
*He sees the manager and a few others working hard to clean up the place*
Spider: What the frack happened in here?
Manager: *not looking up to look at him* lately people have been thinking Tuesdays are fight nights it seems...
Spider: *raises a brow* In a peaceful establishment like this?
Manager: yeah...we don't have a bar in this village...so the ruffens decided make this place their rough housing area for at least one night a week.
Helper Mud: we try to tell them to take it outside but they just ignore us...
Manager: and due to recent events...a lot of our big hitters have either left or disappeared. So we are left with a lot of disrespectful youngens...
Spider: *thoughtful* need ter hire a peacekeeper? I know how ter crack a few heads in need be...
Manager: *finally looks up at him and gives him a questioning look* well you certainly look like the type that can handle yourself. What are you? Some sort of inhanced Big Bro?
Spider: Yer could say that...
Helper Mud: Fancy looking pants you got there. Are they experimental?
Spider: Um yeah! They let me try them out while I was still workin' fer the Cartel...just never gave 'em back when I decided ter quit *chuckles*
Manager: you're a deserter?
Spider: *nods thinking* more like 'escapie'...
Manger: good to know the Cartel is losing more of there workers to the resistence. Alright, you're hired for Tuesday nights...if any more nights start to become a problem Ill get in touch with you. uh..where can I get in touch with you?
Spider: Fer now just leave a message with Dark Hood...I'm staying with him until I can get my own place.
Manager: right, see you next Tuesday then..um..
Spider: Spider
Manger: *nods* Spider
Spider: *leaves ARAT*
[ June 20, 2001: Message edited by: Dragadon ]
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