ObitoPancake
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a Borderlands Roleplay with hollow.moon
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Dreary. Despite the general hustle and bustle of Moxxi's, this was the current mood of the establishment. At least that was what it felt like to the mousey bandit nestled in the far corner of the bar. It wasn't often bandits made their way to Sanctuary at all - given the Crimson Raiders' strict policies - and while that was understandable, it was hard for the man to feel at ease without the company he normally kept. As the music thumped from the large speakers mounted on the walls, his milk chocolate eyes scanned the dimly lit room for any sign of the trouble that always seemed to find him.
He was long overdue for a visit.
The brunette behind the counter set another cup down in front of the man. "This one is on the house, sugar. Zed said he would cover your tab while you were in town."
He blinked a few times, Zed? The same Zed who had interfered with he and Doc Mercy's gun shenanigans. Could this be some sort of apology for the large e-tech hole the doctor had blown in his torso shortly after wrangling the gun from him back at Three Horns? A free drink was certainly better than the half-assed apology he had been given in the days following the situation. The out of place bandit gave Moxxi an affirmative nod and a quick thank you before shrinking into himself a bit. Civilian clothes never did give him the same sense of security his bandit getup did. Not even close.
Taking a sip of his drink, the man's eyes were drawn to a flash of bright blue as a new customer entered Moxxi's. He hadn't seen her around before. Boy oh boy, looked like trouble really had missed their bi-monthly dates.