Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] \'Complex law\'

"Thanks for the info." Dren smirked as he left Mackinzy's. They hadn't
noticed he was wearing a suit stolen from thier store, smegheads. all in all,
it had been a productive week. Dren had faked his way onto the roster(with
Bell's help), stolen a suit and made fifty bucks(given to him to pay for the
suit). Something was missing. Blue Dwarf seemed like a nice enough
place(committing crimes without fear of punishment was always a plus), but
the people needed entertainment. Dren entertained, he was born for it. "I
wonder" Dren wondered aloud, as he oft has been prone to do. Dren made his
way back to the stasis chamber in which he was found. He looked inside, yup
the guys put it with him, his old guitar was propped against the wall. Dren
picked it up and headed for Parrotts.
----Parrotts (ingenious segway!)
Dren walked in with his guitar and Darla, his plastic friend. A female
crewmember looks at the doll and mutters "sicko."
"Hey, i heard that, every other person on this ship is in some kind of love
triangle with one of the dozen holograms on the ship and I'M the sicko.
That's necrophilia,baby. Besides, me and Darla, we're just friends." The Lady
turns her head and groans. Serveying the bar, Dren notices two pilots in a
heated discussion at the bar. "Hey"Dren screams,"Nobody gets in a tizzy on my
shift." Everyone stares at Dren as he hops on the karaoke stage and adjust
the mic. "Barkeep, this one'll get 'em drinkin." Dren starts to play.
"Whiskey River, take my mind. Don't let her memory torture me. Whiskey River
don't rund dry, you're all I got to take care of me."
<Don't everyone applaud at once, you might set the ship off course>