Gambit's Bar
Originally a run-down shack of a dive, Gambit's Bar has grown over the years into one of Wing City's most popular attractions.
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Gambit's Bar has grown over the years from a tiny dive into a well-kept service with the hustle and bustle of a steady flow of patrons at all hours of the day. The bar interior is currently located within an extra-planar pocket dimension with entrances and access points located all across the Multiverse. Its most well known access point is that of Wing City.
A bar spanning the entire left wall carries every alcohol this side of the galaxy has to offer, and some expensive rarities that serve as attractions for the travelers passing through. There are booths and tables scattered throughout the bar and what music might be playing comes from an internal stereo system. The stage and DJ equipment had long been removed as Gambit’s always was considered a bar, not a club. The roof was also reworked to get rid of the unnecessary rafters, opening it up like it was meant to be. Since the bar was beneath the hotel, the rafters weren’t needed and were a little strange looking. Also removed was all of the self-ordering screens since there was plenty of staff to take not just drink orders, but food orders as well.
A series of nine floors is stacked above, outfitted with rooms and service to accommodate them, culminating in a rooftop vista of the weathered city surrounding the building. While the entire structure isn't entirely invincible, it had been reinforced by Trantor Industries' best technologies after repeated attempts (some successful, and some not so much) to upset Gambit's place of business, presumably as a vendetta against the cajun himself.
A bar spanning the entire left wall carries every alcohol this side of the galaxy has to offer, and some expensive rarities that serve as attractions for the travelers passing through. There are booths and tables scattered throughout the bar and what music might be playing comes from an internal stereo system. The stage and DJ equipment had long been removed as Gambit’s always was considered a bar, not a club. The roof was also reworked to get rid of the unnecessary rafters, opening it up like it was meant to be. Since the bar was beneath the hotel, the rafters weren’t needed and were a little strange looking. Also removed was all of the self-ordering screens since there was plenty of staff to take not just drink orders, but food orders as well.
A series of nine floors is stacked above, outfitted with rooms and service to accommodate them, culminating in a rooftop vista of the weathered city surrounding the building. While the entire structure isn't entirely invincible, it had been reinforced by Trantor Industries' best technologies after repeated attempts (some successful, and some not so much) to upset Gambit's place of business, presumably as a vendetta against the cajun himself.
The Staff
Owner:
Remy LeBeau – Played by SinfulSoul
Managers/Current Owners:
Gabrielle LeBeau – Played by Faithy
Renee LeBeau – Played by Faithy
Assistant Manager:
Harriet – Played by Disdain
Head of Security:
Jegun Lobos – Played by Lobos
Bartenders/Waiters:
Zaria Busto – Played by Moonscar
Norrington – Played by Patcharoo
Drew Callahan – Played by Architect
Zekil – Played by Zenia
Aiya – Played by Patcharoo
Dom – Played by ViceVersus
Note: If a PC bartender isn't available, the bar is assumed to be manned by NPC staff.
Security:
Gambit's Bar is a player operated business, with player controlled security. If you are going to engage in violence, you must allow time for the defending parties (the bar security players) to get online and respond.
As per the Multiverse rules: All actions must allow for the opportunity of the impacted characters to respond.
The impacted characters include the bar security on duty.
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In the far corner, masked by shadows, a man in a black trench coat put the phone to his ear, and spoke quietly into it, “Found it. S'in Gambit's Bar... What do you mean you can't find it!? It's in The Gambit building, you dolt! You can't miss it! Now hurry up! And don't forget to bring the dart gun this time! It's got a friend!”
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The tension continued for several moments until it was interrupted by Confessor Ayla. Every one of the Mercenaries stopped in their tracks, some of them swallowed hard in fear, the attire was unmistakable, a Confessor of the Emperor was before them.
"By your command." One of the Sergeants said, trying to usher the others out.
"Let's get out of here, before our Confessor changes her mind.."
They started to gather their things, eyes moving to Ayla briefly with trepidation. They wouldn't challenge her authority on this day.
"By your command." One of the Sergeants said, trying to usher the others out.
"Let's get out of here, before our Confessor changes her mind.."
They started to gather their things, eyes moving to Ayla briefly with trepidation. They wouldn't challenge her authority on this day.
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Hagan's jarheads turned out to be a little smarter than they looked, much to Ayla's disappointment. She felt Tech Con needed taken down a few pegs, but right now even she couldn't openly move against it without provocation. "A wise choice," she snarled, trying her best to be content with just their fear. "Realize it, or not you all represent both the Empire, and Emperor on this backwater - make their blood run cold in terror, not their bellies rumble with laughter at your drunken antics." No longer interested in her kinsmen Ayla turned away with a dismissive huff. Luckily for Gambit's was well used to such ruckuses, and nobody seemed overly perturbed. Hades, even her sudden actions hadn't seemed to draw so much as a raised eyebrow in this dive. Good.
As she continued her visual sweep of the bar however someone caught her eye. A cliche, gaudy fool in a black trench coat was lurking around the perimeter.
An immediate red flag was raised in the Confessor's mind, the stranger wasn't there before the brawl, and innocent patrons didn't usually use distractions to slip in. To make matters worse as Ayla slunk back into the shadows herself he seemed to be talking to himself - or more likely over a comms device. "So you are organized," she thought. This was interesting, but not without its dangers. Not to her of course, but to the mission, everything about this "mysterious stranger" screamed bounty hunter. If she didn't do anything now he could scare the mercenaries off, and put them on the defensive. Or worse still , send them off grid.
Zues' cock..
Ayla quickly weighed her options, she could probably manage to read the man's lips of she focused now, and either hacking into his comms manually, or just snapping his neck, would be simple enough. Most of the Cabal, she figured, would opt for the later two, but she had a better idea. It was the perfect excuse to tap EVE in. Ayla had a much different relationship with the A.I than her peers, although she doubted the machine was completely aware of it. On the surface, sure; overreliance, the occasional skipped heartbeats, and casual, off-duty conversations painted a clear enough picture, but emotion was forgien to EVE.
With a careful whisper the Confessor reached out to what she considered her only friend, "EVE, trench coat, male, my three. He's running comms, I need you to relay them my way, and if I get a good position run facial rec, okay?"
As she continued her visual sweep of the bar however someone caught her eye. A cliche, gaudy fool in a black trench coat was lurking around the perimeter.
An immediate red flag was raised in the Confessor's mind, the stranger wasn't there before the brawl, and innocent patrons didn't usually use distractions to slip in. To make matters worse as Ayla slunk back into the shadows herself he seemed to be talking to himself - or more likely over a comms device. "So you are organized," she thought. This was interesting, but not without its dangers. Not to her of course, but to the mission, everything about this "mysterious stranger" screamed bounty hunter. If she didn't do anything now he could scare the mercenaries off, and put them on the defensive. Or worse still , send them off grid.
Zues' cock..
Ayla quickly weighed her options, she could probably manage to read the man's lips of she focused now, and either hacking into his comms manually, or just snapping his neck, would be simple enough. Most of the Cabal, she figured, would opt for the later two, but she had a better idea. It was the perfect excuse to tap EVE in. Ayla had a much different relationship with the A.I than her peers, although she doubted the machine was completely aware of it. On the surface, sure; overreliance, the occasional skipped heartbeats, and casual, off-duty conversations painted a clear enough picture, but emotion was forgien to EVE.
With a careful whisper the Confessor reached out to what she considered her only friend, "EVE, trench coat, male, my three. He's running comms, I need you to relay them my way, and if I get a good position run facial rec, okay?"
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"Lady.....I wanna go home..."
Little Aki complained about wanting to go home while tugging on Spike's outfit.
Little Aki complained about wanting to go home while tugging on Spike's outfit.
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Meanwhile, the trench coated figure put the phone to his ear once again... “Where the HELL are you?!” he hissed. “No! NOT Gambit’s road! I said Gambit’s BAR!!!” He sighed heavily. “You’ve gone the wrong way, haven't you?” Why was he in charge of these idiots? These dregs of society that no one else wanted to waste time on? (And no wonder!) “Look. Just turn around and meet me round the back of Sergeant Pepper... The BACK ALLEY you blithering fool!!! I've been harpooned… What does that mean!? It MEANS that my cover’s been blown by some Aschen bitch because YOU took too long and got lost, THAT'S what it means!!! Now! I'm giving you FIVE whiskies (that's FIVE MINUTES to anyone with half a brain cell!) before I fill all of your useless, empty skulls with lead! Capiche?!!!”
He angrily stabbed the cancel button on his phone using a studded leather clad thumb, before jamming it back in his pocket! All the while, fixing his icy gaze upon the irritating Aschen Confessor from beneath the folds of his hood, catching her eye. He gave her a sinister smile, and not a well meaning one at that! In fact, it couldn't really be described as a smile... more like a grotesque snarl... revealing a set of shiny, metal teeth! And with this snarl fixed firmly on his cruel face, he melted back into the shadows from whence he had came, disappearing without a trace…!
He angrily stabbed the cancel button on his phone using a studded leather clad thumb, before jamming it back in his pocket! All the while, fixing his icy gaze upon the irritating Aschen Confessor from beneath the folds of his hood, catching her eye. He gave her a sinister smile, and not a well meaning one at that! In fact, it couldn't really be described as a smile... more like a grotesque snarl... revealing a set of shiny, metal teeth! And with this snarl fixed firmly on his cruel face, he melted back into the shadows from whence he had came, disappearing without a trace…!
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This makes no sense probably. I'll edit it in the morning. Hopefully you get the idea.
2018-11-08 02:48:12 by Purplesprout
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Suddenly feeling unwell, Jazzei rested her head down on her arm… the loud noises in the bar fading in and out… just senseless chatter echoing inside her ears… But then she smelt something! Something foul and horribly familiar, akin to stale blood, mixed with new leather…!
Shaking with fear, she turned her gaze to the corner of the room… and saw it! HIM! His murderous face heading towards her…! “Fooound yoooou!” it hissed…!
“NOOO!!!!” Fur on end, she jolted upright, charged with a sudden stab of adrenaline as she proceeded to leap across the booths, cradling her throbbing arm like it was a newborn baby as she stepped between people and jumped across tables, spilling drinks and sending cards flying everywhere…!
She had to get away from that face…! “He's found me!” She cried. “I have to get out of here!!!”
Shaking with fear, she turned her gaze to the corner of the room… and saw it! HIM! His murderous face heading towards her…! “Fooound yoooou!” it hissed…!
“NOOO!!!!” Fur on end, she jolted upright, charged with a sudden stab of adrenaline as she proceeded to leap across the booths, cradling her throbbing arm like it was a newborn baby as she stepped between people and jumped across tables, spilling drinks and sending cards flying everywhere…!
She had to get away from that face…! “He's found me!” She cried. “I have to get out of here!!!”
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Kurt finally got back from the back room, first aid kit in hand...but now he had a new problem. The dude the cat was apparently running from had found him. Oh well. Time for a classic brawl that only Gambit's could provide.
"Remy...forgive me. Your kid, too. OBREVU!"
Kurt held out his hand and a series of magic missiles streaked forward, targeting the new villain. "We can't get out of here on foot! Hang on to me, I'll teleport us out!"
"Remy...forgive me. Your kid, too. OBREVU!"
Kurt held out his hand and a series of magic missiles streaked forward, targeting the new villain. "We can't get out of here on foot! Hang on to me, I'll teleport us out!"
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Now that the Tech Con mercenaries had filtered out, Ayla would be more or less by herself within the bar; save for EVE's reassuring voice in her ear.
"Accessing local civilian communications.... handshake... handshake... second level clear... I am analyzing the data, this individual seems to be communicating with armed personnel under his employ, I have identified the target."
Jazzimore was suddenly highlighted in Ayla's field of view. While EVE began to make her attempts to analyze, and identify the strange man.
"Analysis indicates that this individual is possibly affiliated with either local trafficking, or bounty hunting groups. Facial recognition has turned up little return... I am currently cross referencing all relevant visual data with the central Imperial Intelligence Database, along with the Inter-Solar System Police, and the Galaxy Police databases; I have made little progress in identifying potential matches."
"Threat level; low." EVE Continued, while running the requests in real time, across thousands of local, and foreign databases.
"Recommendation: If you desire additional intelligence, it is recommended that you identify, and interrogate this individual at your leisure, additional intelligence can be acquired by interrogation of the target entity."
"I will attempt to identify, and track the individuals cellular device to facilitate capture."
EVE's monotonous voice chimed in Ayla's ear, even through the chaos that suddenly erupted.
"Advise: Employ defensive, and diversionary tactics to neutralize magic user before he escapes... Shall I notify reinforcements?"
"Accessing local civilian communications.... handshake... handshake... second level clear... I am analyzing the data, this individual seems to be communicating with armed personnel under his employ, I have identified the target."
Jazzimore was suddenly highlighted in Ayla's field of view. While EVE began to make her attempts to analyze, and identify the strange man.
"Analysis indicates that this individual is possibly affiliated with either local trafficking, or bounty hunting groups. Facial recognition has turned up little return... I am currently cross referencing all relevant visual data with the central Imperial Intelligence Database, along with the Inter-Solar System Police, and the Galaxy Police databases; I have made little progress in identifying potential matches."
"Threat level; low." EVE Continued, while running the requests in real time, across thousands of local, and foreign databases.
"Recommendation: If you desire additional intelligence, it is recommended that you identify, and interrogate this individual at your leisure, additional intelligence can be acquired by interrogation of the target entity."
"I will attempt to identify, and track the individuals cellular device to facilitate capture."
EVE's monotonous voice chimed in Ayla's ear, even through the chaos that suddenly erupted.
"Advise: Employ defensive, and diversionary tactics to neutralize magic user before he escapes... Shall I notify reinforcements?"
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"Hold on to me, kid, I think I know what you were running from now!"
And with that, Kurt waved his hand and said what seemed to be a few nonsense syllables...and then the two of them, the old man and the injured cat woman Jazzimoré, were just...gone. Even before Ayla could chuck one of the Aschen's most potent weapons, the anti-magic grenade.
And with that, Kurt waved his hand and said what seemed to be a few nonsense syllables...and then the two of them, the old man and the injured cat woman Jazzimoré, were just...gone. Even before Ayla could chuck one of the Aschen's most potent weapons, the anti-magic grenade.
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In a blind panic, unable to think straight, Jazzei obeyed, latching onto Kurt’s sleeve with the paw that wasn't broken...! And as the chaos that was now Gambit’s Bar began to dematerialise, Jazzei took one last look back at the Silver Stranger (whose name she still didn't know!) and tried to call out to him... but it was too late! All at once, Kurt Bannon uttered what sounded to her like nonsensical words, and the stranger vanished (along with everyone else!) as they whizzed through a wall of space and time, with Jazzei wondering vaguely if she would ever see him again…
And then came an unwelcome feeling... like she had left her stomach behind at the Bar! (It wasn't best pleased about it either!) “I think I'm going to be sick!” she muttered, before blacking out again...
And then came an unwelcome feeling... like she had left her stomach behind at the Bar! (It wasn't best pleased about it either!) “I think I'm going to be sick!” she muttered, before blacking out again...
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Spike nodded, Aki was right, things were going to hell in a handbasket fast. "I agree" Spike said simply to Aki. "Hold tight" Spike said as she took hold of Aki's hand with her left hand once her wine was finished she set the cup on the table. It was time to get out of dodge while the getting was still good. The last thing Spike wanted it seemed, was to open a magic rift and have it get shattered and then out of complete control.
So naturally Spike opened a quick portal to....
Someplace else. Taking Aki with her to safety.
Then from there it was really on Aki to get them even safer
Munkus however mouthed a quick word of thanks to Kurt before heading for the back door, easily hopping the bar counter as Kurt and Jazzei disappeared as Munkus went after something, his senses were going overboard he knew Jazzei was being watched, he felt eyes even on him and Kurt as it was!
Ducking into the bars kitchen the workers on duty were bvriefly startled before pointing the way the other man had gone, Munkus bid his thanks and darted towards the side door to the alley
So naturally Spike opened a quick portal to....
Someplace else. Taking Aki with her to safety.
Then from there it was really on Aki to get them even safer
Munkus however mouthed a quick word of thanks to Kurt before heading for the back door, easily hopping the bar counter as Kurt and Jazzei disappeared as Munkus went after something, his senses were going overboard he knew Jazzei was being watched, he felt eyes even on him and Kurt as it was!
Ducking into the bars kitchen the workers on duty were bvriefly startled before pointing the way the other man had gone, Munkus bid his thanks and darted towards the side door to the alley
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What?! What?! Oh, and just to give you heads up, Lawrence escaped to the Side Alley, where he sped off in a black out Porsche and is now being followed by police incidentally.
2018-11-12 09:13:39 by Purplesprout -
Runaway!!!
2018-11-12 10:32:38 by Purplesprout
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Things were spiralling fast, much, much faster than they should've been capable of. By the time EVE had relayed her combat analysis the bar had erupted, and everything went to shit. Ayla had just reached into the left sleeve of her robe, and had one hand on a grenade when the first set of people vanished. "Godsdamnit!" she swore internally, letting the anti-magic weapon go just as Spike, and Aki vanished as well. This was exactly what she had hoped to prevent, and it made the situation a lot less stable. Luckily for the Confessor though, Mantrid had spared no expense on her redesign, so despite being slated for the Adepts of War she sported truly beautiful neuroenhancements, and adapting on the go was always her speciality.
"Godsdamned mages," she snarled, that particular Aschen predjudiece suiting her just fine. "You'll get the chair for that, subhuman!"
Diverting her attention to EVE she set plan B into motion, "αστέρι μου," the endearment was mostly lost on the A.I, Ayla knew that, but it would still tell her cybernetic teammate more about her emotional state than any heartrate monitor could. She was livid. "Set a beacon on my position now, and prepair to yank me via Bifrost, I don't have a blink pack on, deploy Angel on my position immediately. Sorched Earth, but bag&tag trenchie.." She trailed off for a moment, rapidly calculating just how long a cross-solar round trip would take. She settled on a flexible eleven seconds, "And scramble Pheonix Gamma, we're giving chase to target Jazzimore only this time we're going in loud." Ayla was leading with her emotions front, and center now, as essentially raiding a Terran hospital was a flawed idea, but it didn't matter to her, or the Emperor. This backwater wanted to misbehave? She'd be ready with the rod.
"Tap into my anti-magic grenade supply when we hit Langara, synch detonation timers with my re-entry. I don't want to be screwed over by the same prick twice." With that she gave the trench-coated man a coy wink, and dropped from her comms channel. "I'd love to stay, and play Mr.Mysterious, but I have grown up people work to do. Why don't you enterain my friend instead though? She likes it rough."
"Godsdamned mages," she snarled, that particular Aschen predjudiece suiting her just fine. "You'll get the chair for that, subhuman!"
Diverting her attention to EVE she set plan B into motion, "αστέρι μου," the endearment was mostly lost on the A.I, Ayla knew that, but it would still tell her cybernetic teammate more about her emotional state than any heartrate monitor could. She was livid. "Set a beacon on my position now, and prepair to yank me via Bifrost, I don't have a blink pack on, deploy Angel on my position immediately. Sorched Earth, but bag&tag trenchie.." She trailed off for a moment, rapidly calculating just how long a cross-solar round trip would take. She settled on a flexible eleven seconds, "And scramble Pheonix Gamma, we're giving chase to target Jazzimore only this time we're going in loud." Ayla was leading with her emotions front, and center now, as essentially raiding a Terran hospital was a flawed idea, but it didn't matter to her, or the Emperor. This backwater wanted to misbehave? She'd be ready with the rod.
"Tap into my anti-magic grenade supply when we hit Langara, synch detonation timers with my re-entry. I don't want to be screwed over by the same prick twice." With that she gave the trench-coated man a coy wink, and dropped from her comms channel. "I'd love to stay, and play Mr.Mysterious, but I have grown up people work to do. Why don't you enterain my friend instead though? She likes it rough."
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Everyone in the Bar can read this, just can't be arsed to tag anyone else.
2018-11-12 18:56:31 by Purplesprout -
Make this a link, otherwise folks have to search for it!
2018-11-12 21:56:49 by Remæus -
Um. How do I do that?
2018-11-14 01:04:26 by Purplesprout -
Oh a LINK! Sorry, I'm slow!
2018-11-14 10:51:08 by Purplesprout
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On the wall, a poster, recently put up, read:
Grinning Ghoul Extravaganza Spectacular!!!
Join your host Cassius Countdankworth for a Cabaret and Burlesque show that you will never forget!
Why not enjoy a free spirit or two while you enjoy the entertainment? Which will include: pole dancing, fire juggling, knife throwing, acrobatics, singing and dancing, all performed by some of Terra’s finest beauties.
Starts 10pm on Saturday 1st December at The Grinning Ghoul! See you there!
roleplay/the-multiverse/places/the-grinning-ghoul
Grinning Ghoul Extravaganza Spectacular!!!
Join your host Cassius Countdankworth for a Cabaret and Burlesque show that you will never forget!
Why not enjoy a free spirit or two while you enjoy the entertainment? Which will include: pole dancing, fire juggling, knife throwing, acrobatics, singing and dancing, all performed by some of Terra’s finest beauties.
Starts 10pm on Saturday 1st December at The Grinning Ghoul! See you there!
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First ever post, so forgive me if I screw up or whatnot.
2018-11-16 23:45:50 by YautjaSlayer99
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The door to Gambit's Bar opened and a Yautja entered. Looking around the room, he walked over to the bar, took his helmet off and got seated on a stool. Taking what looked to be a human Sony Walkman TPS-L2 from 1979 out of his pouch, he inserted a Mixtape with human music that he found... interesting to listen to, put on his headphones and played some 80s human songs.
As a bartender approached him, he took the headphones off, paused the music and took a notepad out. Looking through it, he got out his pen and made some notes, before turning his attention towards the Bartender.
"Apologies for the wait. I was just trying to find a specific page in my notepad. So, I'll have a bottle of Argonian Ale. Should you not have any in stock, however, I'd be willing to order a flask of Velvet LeChance."
The bartender took his order and turned to go search the storerooms. Forsaken then put his Walkman headphones back on and continued listening to the Mixtape while he waited.
As a bartender approached him, he took the headphones off, paused the music and took a notepad out. Looking through it, he got out his pen and made some notes, before turning his attention towards the Bartender.
"Apologies for the wait. I was just trying to find a specific page in my notepad. So, I'll have a bottle of Argonian Ale. Should you not have any in stock, however, I'd be willing to order a flask of Velvet LeChance."
The bartender took his order and turned to go search the storerooms. Forsaken then put his Walkman headphones back on and continued listening to the Mixtape while he waited.
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St. John burst out from the door down to the storage room and into the common room. Surprisingly, the room was mostly empty except for one man sitting at the bar. However, there seemed to have been a recent scuffle here; many tables and chairs had been knocked down. John did his best to right them before sitting down at the booth and ordering some stout. He was tired; it had been a long day.
While he waited, he turned towards the figure sitting next to him, a humanoid creature dressed in bulky metal armor and listening to music from a Walkman. "Pardon me, sir, but do you know where I could find a Miss Gabrielle LeBeau? She owns this place," he asked. He was so tired he couldn't even shout, just speak.
While he waited, he turned towards the figure sitting next to him, a humanoid creature dressed in bulky metal armor and listening to music from a Walkman. "Pardon me, sir, but do you know where I could find a Miss Gabrielle LeBeau? She owns this place," he asked. He was so tired he couldn't even shout, just speak.