@Pripovednik "The bottle it is then, and your special too! Now where did you get this...?"@ArenaSnow "I think I'll have one more,"Noticing his customers' 'comradely' behaviour Geoff decided it mightn't be the best time to explain the origins of the battered old shield, or its bloody history, so instead made to turn away from the bar and head for the kitchens, which were separated from the rest of the bar by a service hatch set in the wall behind the counter.
Just as he did the shrouded stranger called over for another Battery Blitzer, his third within half-an-hour. Shaking his head at the poor man's bravery Geoff quickly refilled his cup and produced another set of metallic swizzle sticks to help in flow down the customer's gullet smoothly.
"Here you go, Sir." He said chirpily as he quickly snatched the coins from the bar top and vanished them into his pocket.
"I hope you know what you're doing, drinking so much of that stuff in one go? I've heard it tends to sneak up on you a little if you aren't too careful."Having given his little pearl of wisdom Geoff turned back to the kitchen hatch, pulling it open to reveal a sucking black void beyond. In the far distance stars could be seen shining merrily in the deep, endless expanse and a vast, dust-filled nebula glowed from the reflected light of some unknown galaxy.
"One special," The barman called into the darkness and waited a moment, tapping his foot impatiently,
"Hurry up, we don't have all day."Suddenly a cold grey tentacle reached around the edge of the hatch, it's sharp, chitinous claws scratching deep troughs out of the already heavily scarred wood before setting a white china plate down on the small ledge below. As it pulled back the tentacle jerked upward pointedly, much in the way a middle digit would've been if the tentacle had had hands. Slamming the hatch shut with a growl Geoff lifted the plate with one hand while plucking a set of cutlery from a nearby tray.
"That's what I get for employing immigrants..." He mumbled to himself stepped back over towards Elderi.
Laying the plate down carefully in front of the muscular man Geoff tried not to stare at the way the young woman was practically draping herself over him, clutching a small glowing metal flower to her bosom as she did. Clearing his throat with a cough Geoff pushed the plate forwards,
"He's your special, Sir."@Gareth "I'll have one glass of red wine please."Across the room Hilda smiled sweetly at the
purse guest sitting at the corner table before heading back over to the bar. At once her eyes locked onto the platinum coin still sitting unclaimed on the counter, her fingers itching as she drew closer.
As she moved up close to the bar, sliding her tray of empty glasses onto the counter with practiced ease, Hilda suddenly found herself losing her balance and tumbling over Elderi.
"I'm terribly sorry about that, Sir," She said with a cheery smile, slipping the coin into her pocket as she quickly stepped away to fetch a glass of the cheapest red wine the house had to offer.
Moving quickly, not wanting to be anywhere close when Geoff spotted the coin missing, Hilda dumped most of the last bottle of '82 Falmer's Special Reserve into the first mug she could find and quickly scurried back to the
coin purse's customer's table to deliver his drink.
"Here's you go, Sir, the finest red we have. That'll be two gold, if it be pleasing you." 
