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Colosseum After Hours Bar & Lounge [NO SIGN-UP REQUIRED]

Chris gave the girl a deadpan look. "...Seriously? It's the fucking Colosseum!"
 
"No excuses." She stated coldly, her hypocrisy dawning on her. Luna's face clenched up when she realized how unfair she sounded, but she hastily regained her composure. She slowly turned around as her arms wrapped around her body. No way was she going to drop this facade of anger. She might as well milk the most out of the situation. "You could, of course, make amends to your hubris by buying me a drink. " She whispered charmingly.
 
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"What? Oh no, hell no." Chris said, slipping his helmet back on. "It's the Colosseum. That shit happens. Blame my creator for doing that."
 
Luna's amethyst colored eyes flared in anger. "Sweety, I am associated with your creator! I'm a goddess!" She retorted, her elegant voice seething with subtle fury.
 
Chris sighed. "You know what? Screw you, I'm going home." He said, standing up and leaving through the entrance, his metallic boots making heavy steps. Mark looked at Luna.


"So... You still want that drink?"
 
Luna pouted and crossed her arms. "A woman can try, can't she?" She replied, walking back over to the bar. "Yes please, but make that two martinis. I need the edge." She sighed.
 
"Right." Mark said, turning around. It was at that moment when the doors of the bar opened again, and another figure clad win armour walked in. This one was slightly less bulky than the one before, and it had blue coloured armour with gold finish. It walked in, mechanical servos whirring, before coming to a stop before the bar's three patrons, still as a statue. It spoke in a slightly monotonous male voice. "Greetings."
 
"Who, may I ask?" It said, staring at James. "My name is Combat Assault Android Prototype Model #13, but you may refer to me as James Curfew."
 
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Luna rolled her eyes as another soldier clad in a bounty of metal armor. "Ugh." She groaned. "Another soldier." She reached over to grab a glass from the neighboring patron and chugged whatever alcoholic concoction was present.
 
"Yes, unfortunately my opponent appeared to have exited the match before it could be finished. As such, I have not completed any battles so far." James said, before looking over to the bartender. Mark finished preparing Luna's two martinis, and had placed them on the countertop. He then looked at James. "What can I get you?"


The android was silent for a few seconds. "Motor oil."
 
Luna glanced over at the construct and raised her eyebrows in confusion. She sighed and gulped down her first martini. "You soldiers are peculiar specimens..." She said, picking up the second martini glass.
 
(Be right back. I have to take my dog out. She's getting rowdy.)
 
(Right I'm back)


"One up." Mark said, passing Thirteen (I'm gonna call him that because two James in the same room makes it confusing) a blocky bottle of motor oil. The android picked it up, popped open the cap and poured the oily liquid into a hatch where his mouth would be.
 
Thirteen finished his drink and looked back at James. "No, it is my first time here since opening day... yesterday."
 
"I was programmed for combat and combat only. I was not programmed with a personality." Thirteen said in his usual monotonous voice, before projecting a hologram of him slaying countless amounts of enemy soldiers.
 

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