This don't look like Mar Sara [Open]

[goinbust]

Date and Time: The 18th after 5pm
Location: Area around the housing units
Characters: Jim Raynor and anyone who notices him
Summary: Jim has just arrived and needs a place to remove his marine armor and a drink. The second probably more than the first.
Warnings: Someone needs a drink.

By the time Jim was briefed on what was going on he was irritated. Pulled right before storming Mengsk's damn ship for this was frustrating. Sure it was for a good cause but the timing sucked. After all of that he needed a drink, damn shame it didn't look like there was a bar around.

There was an apartment building he had a room saved for him, and probably going right there and taking off the damn tactical marine armor would have been a good move, but this was Egon's territory and he wasn't there to be harmless and overwhelmed and use small words Jim could understand.

"Damn, Earth of all places and I can't find a decent place to get drunk."

Comments

[goinbust]

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though. I think I should let you enjoy your dinner and see if when I wake up this whole place wasn't just some odd dream. If it ain't some dream though be careful around the steel long johns, I'll get it in the morning."

[undroppedeaves]

"I'll see you in the morning then." And he wouldn't touch any of his stuff. Sam clambered back onto the chair to finish his dinner.

[goinbust]

"Yeah, enjoy."

With that he waves a bit and heads into an empty room to fall over and pass out.