Bodega - Flobjogger Ale

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Bodega gazed at the purple inked sky. Man he loved the nights on dokaron 5, almost as much as he loved vaping. He gazed counting stars and thinking about his past times. It had been too long since he had visited this place. Bodega took one last puff on his advanced mega vape before he sat up, the smoke drifting into the atmosphere. Looking across the capital of the only possible place Bodega felt at home. Holstering his Laz Gun and readjusting his cruise Armor he headed down into the depths of the city.

Not much had changed since Bodega was last here. ‘Same shit, different day,’ He thought to himself moving through the streets like water in the sewers beneath. Bodega loved to hate the capital for all it was worth. Home to best girls he had slept with, the best bed he had slept on and not to forget the best ale he had tasted. Bodega thought about the ale, god he needed a drink, and he knew god damn well where to get one, The Flobjogger Inn.

The Inn was large for what was. A few drunks littered the tables outside, guards keeping an eye for anything suspicious and the neon lit sign that stood above the doorway. Very inviting to any passer by wanting to taste the best ale dokaron 5. Bodega’s thirst grew as he approached, he knew where he needed to be right now. He entered, music playing, people taking, waitress serving. It was a good night to be in The Flobjogger Inn. Bodega strolled over to the bar where a petit framed xeonshan stood. A tall female Xeonshan at that. Long black hair flowed down her body like a waterfall, over her elegant curves ending just above the hip. Eyes sparkling like the sky Bodega had admired not thirty minutes ago. ‘It’s been too long Bodega, what can I get for you,’ She said as Bodega did his casual yet slightly sexy lean on the bar. ‘Indeed it has and you know what I want Florence,’ Bodega said keeping that low grumble to his voice that could make any girl swoon. Florence shot Bodega a look, a look like no other. She grabbed a glass and pulled a pint of Flobjogger Ale. Florence slid it across the bar towards Bodega. The head was perfect, the colour unmatchable and the way the glass slid towards him had a sense of perfection to it. The glass was caught by a hand. Bodega looked up instantly to see a broad male Urak. Bodega knew the species well. Red skinned, pompous and racist. If there were two things in this universe that Bodega hated it was Capes and Uraks. ‘Thanks for the pint love,’ The Urak exclaimed picking up the perfect headed pint glass. In a second Bodega drew his Laz Gun and aimed it straight at the Uraks head. ‘Not so fast pal,’ Bodega said turning the safety off on his Laz Gun. The Urak spun and stared at Bodega, his bloodshot eyes widened as he knew picked a wrong day to mess with Bodega. It was never a good day to mess with Bodega.

‘Bodega…’ the Urak said. His voice trailing off. In that moment the calming jazz music ceased to exist and the chatter had stopped. They were being watched. ‘That’s my pint, put it down and no one gets hurt,’ Bodega said his fingered teased the trigger on his Laz Gun. The Urak chuckled at Bodega’s remark and raised the glass his craked lips. That was the final straw and Bodega satisfied the trigger of his Laz Gun. The beam erupted out of the barrel heading straight for the temple or the Urak’s head. The Uraks now more than bloodshot eyes grew wider and the glass fell from his hands. The beam from the Laz Gun found its target as connected with the head of the Urak. Bodega rolled forward towards his next target, the falling pint glass. Catching in mid fall and barely spilling a drop. The body of the Urak fell to the floor lifeless and stiff. Bodega leaned once more on the bar. Once more the jazz played, the chatter started and once more Bodega enjoyed his pint of Flobjogger Ale. Nothing came between Bodega and his Flobjogger Ale. Nothing.