The continued presence of the armoured swordsman gave the scruffy drunk enough of a reason to have a better attempt at figuring out just exactly who was standing before him and blocking his view. There had been no demand for money or threat of broken legs. This guy obviously wasn't here for 'business' then. Lifting the bubbling blue drink to his lips, Ruce took a swig of the alien alcohol, twisting his body slightly as he could more easily place the near-empty glass onto the bartop. Glancing back at whom stood before him, the scruffy brown-haired man carefully got to his feet this time and stood looking eye to eye at the man before him. Squinting slightly, the pilot finally seemed to recognize who was standing there. The deadpan look and sideways glance out the corner of the eye probably told Sky all he needed to know, but Ruce was mystery wrapped in an enigma at the best of times, so that facial gesture could have meant anything at all. Nothing was said or done while Sky reached for his wallet and pulled out a credit chip, other then Ruce's sharp blue eyes watching every movement, taking in every detail.

[color=007236]”How kind o' ya. I'll take another one o' those blue drink things too while yer at it!”[/color], Ruce said with a firm slap on the mercenary's shoulder. He glanced over his shoulder and stuck the thumb and index finger of his right hand into his mouth, letting out a sharp whistle to catch Mani's attention, which momentarily silenced the bar before banter rose back to it's normal levels. The bald barkeep was busy with other customers and one of his assistants appeared from the back store room to aid in serving the growing number of customers. A desperate flail of the hand succeeded in catching the assistant's attention and forcing Ruce to the front of the queue.
[color=007236]”Two o' those blue bubbly tube things.”[/color], the scruffy man asked, picking up Sky's credit chip and handing it over to the assistant. Purchase was taken and the drinks delivered with no complications and even less communication from the assistant. This one had always been a bit odd, with their pale skin and jet black hair. Holding both glasses in one hand and Sky's credit chip in the other, Ruce turned about and offered the mercenary his own card back.

No sooner had Sky warned the pilot not to bother with the blue-haired woman, did she herself arrive at the bar beside them both. No sooner had Ruce stood up to squeeze past Sky to search for the blue-haired woman, did he immediately sit back down and slide Sky's drink towards the female stranger instead. Putting on his best seductive grin, he leaned towards her a fraction.
[color=007236]”... So, are ya free tonight, or is it gonna cost me?”[/color], his deep, raspy voice asked with high anticipation. He spared a second to glance at Sky, winking and holding his right hand in an 'Okay!' gesture. Upon peering back at the azure-haired woman, Ruce caught sight of her glancing at Sky's sword. The scruffy pilot grinned and tilted his head to the left, letting out a small chuckle. [color=007236]”Heh, if his sword impresses ya, wait till yer see my 'weapon'!”[/color]. The pilot's attention was, amazingly, broken from the blue-haired woman when the holo screens dotted about the bar finally caught up with Tes' IMP, now displaying the full planetary lockout announcement. This brought about a lot of mixed emotions within the bar, mostly negative ones from the groans and complaints that arose throughout the room.

Ruce tutted and turned his eyes back onto the woman sitting beside him at the bar. He shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head to the right this time, taking in all her features.
[color=007236]”Tha's a shame. Yer look a space girl. Reckon you'd 'ave enjoyed a ride on my ship!”[/color]