August 15th 1:21-1:25 pm 2058 - Outside Crusher 495 - Stalker
He grinned at Lobo's comment about watching the obits and thought to himself, thats an excellent idea. I'll bet I could find one pretty quickly that way and damn sure it would be cheaper than getting a new one, or even a used one in good condition. He listened to the good natured banter between Raven and Lobo with some amusement but he was a bit distracted. He was listening to them while scanning other conversations, particularly between the Rainbow Samurai and the troll called Patch. He was still cataloging the scents in the bar; People, clothes, detergents, the food, oil, leather, metal, dirt, you name it. The elf known as Rainbow wasn't acting in the flirtatious, flamboyant manner that was attributed to him by both reputation and Raven's comments. He must have something serious on his mind.
He both loved and hated active public venues like bars. They were fascinating places just due to the amount of raw information he was constantly bombarded with and the amount of information that could be gleaned in just a few minutes but it was difficult to focus on one subject at a time. He had gotten much better about it over the years but he still had to force himself to focus on things like idle conversation. He had just drug his attention to the conversation at hand and was about to ask a question of Lobo about what he felt were the top three pro's and con's of his bike when the sound of an engine being gunned caught his attention and his eyes snapped that direction. He grimaced slightly as the pickup hit slammed directly into the one of the bikes parked outside and the three men piled out. Damn, someone was definitely looking for trouble. He was glad it wasn't his bike.
When Raven warned Rainbow about the men outside his decided this was going to get very interesting indeed. He grinned when he heard the opening remark from Rainbow as he stepped outside and began snickering as the elf kept turning the screws. After the troll accepted the bet from Lobo, he said, "Clarify that bet. Are you saying the bald guy takes the first swing or he's the first one to get dropped? Cause I'll bet money that he'll save the the poor bastard thats trying to save his buddies honor for last."