The punk band was extra energetic tonight. The walls were vibrating to the screeching of electric instruments. Kids, perhaps “young adults,” were dancing – after a fashion in the “pit.” To the Dwarf pushing his way through the idle crowd, it looked more like fighting.
“Oi! Sean! Set me up wit' a round, if ye please!” the Dwarf yelled out to the scrawny guy behind the bar.
Sean turned to see who was yelling at him, and noticed one of his regulars. A red haired Dwarf, with a full fledged shaved head mohawk and a full head tattoo of a Roman Galea helmet in some sort of silvery metallic ink that had the mohawk as its' crest.
“Sure thing Titan!” Sean hollered back, and grabbed a bottle of Scotch and a glass as he walked down the bar towards the stool the Dwarf climbed up onto.
“Whatcha doin' here?” he asked as he poured the Dwarf a double and slid the glass over to him.
“Whatdya mean? I'm havin' a drink!”
“No... Rumor has it, ye livin' outcha car! Shouln'cha be savin' ye nuyen?”
“Not at all! It'sa lifestyle choice, not a necessity! I got a soy processor, a stocked bar with drek almost as good as dis battery acid ye serve! I got grid access an' games should I wann'im! Hell, my trucks better 'an many apartments 'round here! Perhaps even yours!” The Dwarf pointed to Sean and laughed at his own ribbing.
“No, really! I gotta mate that could use ye' skills! I'll set ye up, null sweat!”
The Dwarf stopped enjoying his own joke real quick, and squinted at his bartender. “I don't do dat anymore Sean! Ye know dat! Not since,” the Dwarf slammed his fist on his chest, and even over the music a metallic clang could be heard when fist hit chest “I needed dis to even have a chance a wakin' up an' breathin'!”
Sean grimaced at the mental image of the Dwarf being thrown under a bus. No, really. The rival gang literally threw him under a passing bus.
“Fine! Fair enough! But I got 'nother lead for ye then!”
Titan squinted at the bartender once more.
“Here!” Sean slipped the Dwarf a drink coaster. “Access this! It'll tell ye where an' when ta meet!” Sean headed over to some rowdy customers to see what they wanted.
Titan accessed his comm through DNI and focused on the coaster. It took a while, but he eventually noticed the hidden icon of the RFID tag that was hidden in the drink coaster. “Clever.” Titan thought as he copied the file to his comm. He erased the tag / coaster and tossed it onto the back bar. While he was still ARing, Titan went ahead and transferred enough nuyen to the register to pay for his drink. The red nuyen icon ARO above Titans' head turned green, then faded.
“Thanks fer the drink Sean! I'll see ya later!” Titan waved before jumping down from the stool. Sean absentmindedly raised his hand in the Dwarfs direction but stopped to smile at the sight of the red mohawk dropping out of sight on the front side of the bar, then popping back up in the sea of customers as he pressed his way back out through the crowd. “Godspeed.” he wished the man.