OOC Thread "War, war never changes...." “I still think the poster sucks.” Sten grumbled into his glass. The ghoul was sitting at a table in the back corner with a clear view of everyone in the bar. Bob's Bayou Bar (and Flophouse) was a rather quiet establishment, at least at this hour, and usually host to the various passers-through the settlement of Cobb's Pier received. The local radio was playing some old pre-war country song that Sten loathed. He had been staying there for the past few months, working freelance jobs around the region and waiting for the inevitable day the people of Cobb's Pier would finally have enough of him and throw him out of town. “Well this way will save you money.” Sally the waitress was referring to his original plan of paying the guards to send anyone who looked like merc material to him. Sally was probably the closest thing Sten had to a friend in Cobb's Pier. It was her idea to start a merc group after she heard him talking so fondly of his days in the Yellowstone Rangers. Sten wasn't too keen on the idea, but went along with it, for lack of any better ideas. He was still half-hoping that nobody would show up, reluctant to be working with anyone, but Sally did have a point. “What's stopping you from reliving the good old days? Just go out and do it.” she had said. “Not only did that stupid poster open the invite to any two-bit loony with a gun, it made me look like a cartoony midget.” Sten grumbled under his breath, taking another drink. His regularly surly mood wasn't being helped by a brewing headache, much less this shitty country music. He had already taken one mentat a few hours ago and he wasn't terribly keen to have another so soon after. However, he was going to be meeting people sooner than later, and he didn't want any distractions. He popped a purple pill and sat back, waiting for people to show.