Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

"Only in your dreams," his laughter follows you into the club.

Inside, a bevy of creatures big, small, tall, short, colored and albino, all sorts of creatures mill about. The room is taken mostly up by a metallic bar, with a human(?) manning it, with plenty of chairs around it and tables on the outer limits.

[Carthrat]

"Right, if you're going to pass out from shock, do it now," replies Carthrat, making his way to his favourite corner table near a fire escape.

[Anastasia]

"I'm fine," she says. "I've seen my fair share of odd creatures."

Shortly after sitting, the bartender waves and comes over. "Hey, Carthrat! So you didn't eat someone's Railgun after all, eh?"

[Carthrat]

"Nope! But something ate mine. Literally," Carthrat yells back. "Didn't y'hear about the Tarrasque incident half a year back?"

[Anastasia]

"The one that wrecked your place and then showed up in Sapporou? The one that is now likely some research tech's bitch?" he says, questioning.

[Carthrat]

"Oh, she is," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "The owner of some company came to see me to make sure I didn't try to throw a wrench in the works or anything.

To be honest, I'm kind of jealous."

[Anastasia]

"That they went after the beauty and left the beast to roam Tokyo again?" he jests. "And will you be wanting anything with your Tarrasque envy?"

[Carthrat]

"Haw, haw, haw," replies Carthrat. "Yeah. Get me a bottle of Tequila. And a pack of cigarettes.

Geez, that reminds me. Rachel, the cigarette was *invented* on Earth. You don't get them anywhere else. If you must ever start trading, export cigarettes."

[Anastasia]

Rachel makes a very impolite sound and a nasty face. "No...no thanks to that. And I'll have a glass of water, I'd best lay off after last night."

[Carthrat]

"Water? Bring the lady the #3 Jingo as well," says Carthrat. "Its not alcoholic, don't worry."

[Anastasia]

As the barkeep walks off to get your drink, Rachel gives you a questioning look. "3 Jingo? That sounds like a British pop group, not a drink."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat chuckles.

"Jingo is a term in the Trading Tounge, of course. It's a kind of.. well, actually, I have absolutely no idea what it's made of, but it does taste rather.. um, intriguing. Also, it's one of those drinks which meshes well with the human metabolism. You can actually live off the stuff for a few weeks."

[Anastasia]

She perks up at that. "Really? Does it have any side effects?" she asks. "It sounds very, very useful."

[Carthrat]

"Not by itself," replies Carthrat. "Have you eaten any fish today?"

[Anastasia]

"Um...I think so, with lunch," she muses. "Yeah, with lunch. Would that be a problem?"