The Rusty Rifle
They climbed out of the taxi, Jon looking up the familiar neon sign "THE RUSTY RIF-E" the "L" either burned out or broken for so long that no one remembered what had actually happened to it. They had a score to settle, Jon was glad he hadn't actually drank that much at the party, and the night air had sobered him up a bit. He was in fighting shape.
Jon had enjoyed the Imperial gathering, glad he had gone. It generated stories that would last for years to come. After leaving, He checked his phone, but still no word from Kali. Convinced she had gotten called away, he tucked his phone back into a pocket.
They walked inside; the bar was mostly empty. The bar catered mostly to Imperials as it was close to the main Garrison, but most of the soldiers were at the other event. The dart boards were all open, so there were no worries there. "I am going to grab a beer; you want anything?" offering to Guin before heading to the bar.
Afterward, they would find one of the standing tables near one of the dart boards. "You ready?" he said with a raised eyebrow.
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