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The man, a bit dazed, ran his gaze slowly over the interior of the Pub, and he groaned, reaching a hand over to touch the French WW1 Lebel rifle that is propped up against a nearby wall, a long, pointy bayonet fixed onto it’s muzzle.

“Where is this?..”

"Jesus it is in the middle of bloody and time space,cyoar you look like a mess. Where in the timeline did you come from?"

He caresses his eyes tenderly, seeming to only have half-heard what the barkeep said.

“Verrek.. My head...”

The man releases the chinstrap of his helmet and lets it fall onto the counter with a thud, and he grumbles,

“I enlisted with the Belgian Army just last year, when the Germans began their offensive..”

The man frowns, as if deep in thought, and asks,

“Perhaps it was all a dream.. Maybe Belgium is still free.”

He blinks, and glances up at the man through unkempt brown hair, inquiring,

“It is still 1916, right?”

A couple seats down from the Belgian solider sat a quite young looking woman with long, brown hair which was pulled up into a high ponytail, the back of said ponytail fixed into a beautiful pleat. It looked quite stunning. The hair itself was almost shimmering in the light, and as the woman breathed, it seemed to move more than it should.

Upon further inspection, the young female proved to be quite stunning herself, not just with her hair but with a pair of beautiful blue eyes that shimmered just as much as her hair, almost like the ocean, or like someone was swimming in them. It didn't help that she had beautiful makeup on too, but only on her eyes. It was quite over-the-top, so maybe she just preferred having one thing for people to focus on. She was quite pale, and very pretty overall. Her outfit was quite simple, yet was futuristic with technology. It was quite scruffy, and she looked like some sort of bounty hunter with pistol-like guns slotted into her belt.

Her elbow was up on the bar, her head sat in her hand, and she ran a hand down the trench coat she was wearing. She seemed to like it. She looked up from her hand to the green haired man behind the bar and spoke with a broad Irish accent, some Scottish mixed into it as well. "Aye, can I get 'ah glass oh' Absinthe?" She swept her ponytail down her right shoulder, looking back to the bar. "Please...?" She muttered, feeling like her question needed some politeness to it. She fiddled with one of her guns as she waited, and she seemed to loose attention, but her head was brought back up, and she looked to the Belgian solider. "There ain't no time here, sir." She seemed to smile slightly. "It might be for you, but for other people, hell, we could be in the thirty sixth century."

"Belgium's free and from what I understand we are currently in the 30th century."

Tommy lit up a cigarette and puffed smoke into the atmosphere.

The soldier regards the two with a quizzical gaze, as if trying to pry some information out of their expressions, eventually giving up with a sigh.

“The thirty-what century? Hmph. At least there’s no war.”

The man reaches into the breast pocket of his beige uniform, and pulls out some early 20th century francs, and he lays them down on the counter.

“So is this what heaven looks like? Or maybe hell.. Wherever I am, I think I could use a drink...”

—After the man set the old currency onto the counter, he reached over to his rifle, and unfixed the Rosalie bayonet to return it to it’s scabbard.

“What kind of drink do you want? No your not dead,you just ended up by accident. Free drinks on the house!”

Tommy would start making food and drinks now polishing damaged or dirty glasses.

The man rubs his temples, and sighs.

“I think I’ll stick to water for now. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten a hot meal...”

Tommy would serve him some water adding in a bit of gin to spice it up then passing it to the soldier on the stool.

"Drink up man."

Brylie walked into the bar. She wore a black leather jacket which had a hoodie and a tanktop underneath which was black as well. Her black jeans short shorts weren't bad a little faded though. She looked as if she was human but everyone had there secrets. She looked at each species. She soon made her way towards the counter as she adjusted her grey beanie. Her light blue eyes gazed a the drinks. As she soon then took a seat impatiently tapping her fingers on the counter.

"Yes m'lady?"

The charismatic green haired irish man would tend to her and look for a reply or some trace of emotion so he could get her something or such.

Belie looked at the male" if like some tequila" she said firmly barely showing any emotion. Her eyes not really locking on to anyone just looking around as her fingers tapped more rapidly. She adjusted her hair behind her right ear.

He poured some tequilla for her into a clean martini glass and passed. Afterwards he had a brief cigarette.

Brylie soon gave a nod in acknowledgement as she sipped the tequila. She adjusted her sleeves around her wrists and then sipped her drink once more"thank you" she said pulling out some money out of her wallet and placing it on the counter.

Tommy would not take the money and push it back to her,him sitting back making himself a rum and coke.

"No need for payment,it is all on the house currently."

Belie eyes the man" well I'm not taking it" she said firmly pushing back towards him. As stubborn as she was she wouldn't take no for an answer.

Tommy would put away the cash in a small drawer underneath the bar for the woman.

Brylie gave a smirk" thank you" She said firmly as she sipped more of ger tequila. Then she looked around at the busy bar. She wasn't use to see one as busy as this one was.

The displaced soldier, who has sat in the secluded corner where the bar and wall meet, slipped slowly at his glass, as the throbbing pain in his head subsided, eventually beginning to spin his overturned helmet around and around on the counter, an increasingly thoughtful frown creasing his lips.