PMS 16

	* Jameson	wakes suddenly, clutching his head in pain!
	<Jameson>	"OI, YE CRAZY GIT, WHATCHA DO THAT FER, AY?"
	<Amile>	Jameson, shut up, I have big news.
	* Jameson	shakes his head and opens his eyes, attempting to make sense of the blurry picture in front of him
	<Jameson>	"Ah... OI! Ammy, ye wee git, ain't seen ye in months! When'd ye git back in port, ay?"
	<Amile>	Tonight, now listen. I have a message for the boss.
	<Jameson>	"Ay ay, I be all ears... whatcha need?"
	<Amile>	The Stalker's been sunk. I'm the only survivor.
	<Jameson>	"WAT? YE GOTTA BE SHITTIN ME!"
	<Amile>	Keep your voice down, dammit!
	<Jameson>	"'ow did she go, ay?"
	<Amile>	Dammed Kraken took us down after that stupid greenhorn navigator sent us too far north.
	<Jameson>	"No kiddin' ay? Boss'll be none too pleased, th' Stakah was one of 'is bes' ships, it was."
	<Amile>	Not my concern. What IS my concern is what I was lucky enough to come across.
	<Jameson>	"n' wazzat, besides escapin' wit ye hide?"
	<Amile>	I got rescued by THE Captain Halifax.
	<Jameson>	"NO SHIT, AY?"
	* Amile	kicks Jameson sharply in the shin
	<Jameson>	"OI!"
	<Amile>	I said keep your voice down!
	<Amile>	Anyway, she took me in as a crewmember, with a few provisions. Long story short, I need some coin because I'm not going to have any of my own for a while.
	<Amile>	But if we get this right, we might be able to use this to take care of the dear Captain.
	<Jameson>	"Ay, ay, I get ye. Alright, ah'll smooth it over wit th' baas, take some o' me bankroll, it'll get ye by at least until ye leave port."
	* RowdyDrunk	drank waaay too much...
	<RowdyDrunk>	"Weeeel' wa' we 'ave 'ere...?"
	* RowdyDrunk	grabs Amile's ass.
	* Amile	perks straight up, then turns to the drunk with a murderous glint in his eye...
	<Jameson>	"OI! YE GIT! GIT YE HANDS OFF ME WOMAN, SHE CAME YAH ME FIRST!"
	<RowdyDrunk>	"Sa' whi' ma....*brrp*...'sal yaw..."
	* Jameson	stands right up, then immediately staggers, not being of perfect sobriety himself
	* RowdyDrunk	starts ranting at a nearby wall pointing at it...
	<RowdyDrunk>	"Nabbity tells mi' ....so'hin som'hin..."
	* Jameson	stumbles over to the drunk and grabs him by the collar, shoving him about
	<Jameson>	"SHE'S MAH GIRL, YE GIT YER OWN!"
	<IvanTheDrunkenFist>	"Ivan...not forgeh...*brrp*"
	* IvanTheDrunkenFist	punches Jameson breaking his nose...
	* Jameson	falls backwards, thoroughly unconscious and out of the fight
	* Amile	stares disapprovingly at Jameson
	* IvanTheDrunkenFist	is dragged away by most the bar staff. They apparently know who he is and disapprove of what he does...
	* Bartender	walks over.
	<Bartender>	Sorry about that Ma'am.
	<Amile>	It's fine.
	<Bartender>	Ivan's a bit of a slob. But he wouldn't hurt a fly...
	<Amile>	Because he couldn't catch one, I'm sure. Did a pretty good number on the schmuck here though.
	<Bartender>	I've seen him catch his fair number of flies little lady. Never seen him taken down one on one after his seventh drink of a night...
	<Bartender>	Fact, we have a running pot. A few hundred gold to anyone who thinks they can.
	* Amile	walks over to Jameson and tries to lift him up by the shoulders
	* Bartender	points to a massive jar filled with coin behind the counter...
	<Amile>	Hey, think you could give me a hand putting this one back in the stall?
	<Bartender>	[A few people who saw Jameson getting punched throw in some lose change raising the stake.]
	<Bartender>	Ah, Sure thing...
	* Bartender	has some trouble leaning over but gets a grip around the man's legs and lifts...
	* Amile	hefts Jameson's prone form onto the seat and slides him over with his foot
	<Amile>	There, he should be fine in the morning
	<Amile>	Oh wait.
	* Amile	grabs a handkerchief out of Jameson's pocket and shoves it in his nose, staunching the blood flow
	<Amile>	Now he'll be ok
	<Bartender>	Ah... I have to get back to my post...
	<Bartender>	Ah, ya- ya can even have a drink on the house... Just one though.
	* Amile	nods and smiles sweetly at the Bartender
	<Amile>	Thanks.
	* Bartender	takes a mug from one of his waitresses and sets it down in front of Amile.
	* Bartender	nods and walks back to his post...
	* Amile	shoves the beer in front of Jameson as she sits next to him
	<Amile>	Thanks, Jim.
	* Amile	grabs a few silvers out of Jameson's coin pouch and stands back up, dropping them into his shoe on the way up
	<Amile>	Good night.
	* Amile	heads to the nearby inn where he checks himself into a room and retires for the night...
	<Bartender>	[Meanwhile things happen elsewhere... A memorable night.]