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Enters one Czarnian. In a damn very good mood.

Lobo makes his way to the counter, and drops a couple rolls of galactic credits, clearing his tab, and adding a healthy amount of credit.

"Booze me, babe."

He takes the mug of some alcoholic mix, and drinks. "Damn good..."

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Evil look about him ... Check.
White skin ... Check.
Freaky hair ... Check.

He grins and heads over. ""

"what?" Frag, another freak... white skin... weird hair... damn, he thought his teacher was the last one.

He grins. ""

"its natural..." Nostrils flare. "Not like yers."

(fear, world, fear...all around the universe, fortune tellers are jumping off bridges, after seeing a possible future of the joker and the Lobo working together...)

He takes off one of his gloves and scrapes a nail down the side of his cheek. No makeup comes off. "" He laughs. Hyenas hate his laugh. It makes their laughter sound good.

He down his fifth booze mug of the night. "You scent of... acid... and chems... and... industrial sewage. Who did to you and was stupid enough to not make sure you were history?"

"Cut off a leg or sumthin..." He shrugs, and drinks...

He shakes his head. ""

He orders a round for both of them. ""

"cut off all four limbs?" A smirk. "Lobo."

He laughs and shakes his head. ""

He nods to Lobo's self-intro. ""

"jes' frag him, then..."

He drains his drink. "" He mimes a gun with his finger. ""

"Good." Lobo gets a refill. He sounds bored already.

"Nobody, right now. And whoever crossed me, is resting in pieces."

"" He toasted Lobo with another drink.

Why not, he toasted to that. "Nobody crosses the Main Man and lives."

"" He raised his glass again and finished it, buying another round for the two of them.

"what you do?" For a living, he most likely means.

"Sounds fun. I'm a bounty hunter..."

His drink goes out his nose. He grabs a towel from the bar and mops up the counter and his face. ""

He laughs. "Am not 'ere hunting anyone..."

""

He grins slightly. ""