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Tenebris turned his head to Max and simply just shrugged, with no verbal reply.

Would enter back in, looking around

* max would sigh as he finished his moping and saw silver * max: afternoon silver how have you been

Good

max: anything exciting happen today?

"Not particularly interesting"

max: no? how come ? * he said curiesly as he would put the mop away that he was using

"Just been boring"

Crimson is holding a particularly strange rocket rocket launcher

Oh god who let her in here

*takes the rocket launcher

Crimson Is currently glued to the thing like a stubborn child, even Boti materialized to chew her out, I think she's just excited to kill things with it "Put it down Crimson!" The small Robot said, flying about-

(Send her on a raid, she'll love it I swear )

"What are you doing with this"

Max: whoa hay remember no guns in the bar and technically that’s a gun buuuuut we can test it outside if you want * he said with a chuckle

"Would these count as guns?" Karlach flexed her arms, showing off how muscular she was.

"I doubt people actually follow that, considering some people are not keen on separating from their firearms." That was Jessica's case, with her Beretta 92 in a holster on her hip. "I mean, would you want to separate yourself from a firearm, in the off-chance you may actually need it?"

Max: well I mean I might have to take you out for some target practice * he said with a wink * max: but no your all good unless you want to show off how strong your guns are * he chuckled *

"Um...I'm not interested in going to a gun range. I get plenty of practice already."

"Noootthinng-" she said, yeah shes lying... from the tray of burritos Wish brought out.. I'd say shes trying to fire burritos out of a rocket launcher

The Ranger opened the bar entrance door. A 5'10 woman in an Army Ranger uniform walked into the bar. She had long white hair that grazed the ground, and London topaz blue eyes. She had a pistol holster at her right hip, a Beretta holstered inside it. The Beretta was on safety, and there was no magazine in the pistol, so it meant that it couldn't fire because it was not loaded. The Ranger sat down on a chair at a table, and looking forward, studying the surroundings of the bar. She blinked and let out a sigh under her breath. Her blue eyes studied, then looked at everyone in the bar without her head moving, only her eyes.