"Aww... c'mon!" Said the young man trying desperately to keep the conversation from dying. The two attractive girls across from him glanced around the hive-world bar disinterestedly before both standing up and leaving.
"Nuts," said Jak placing his head on the table while gesturing for the waiter to give him another drink, quickly downing the one he had. He placed his hands on his temples groaning softly. He had been awake for more than 48 hours with only beer and bad pick-up lines for company. The beer was spiked to keep drinkers awake. Sleeping customers weren't paying ones.
If he wanted it easier he should have gone farther down, Jak realized, to the under-hive, but then he'd be lucky to not end up with a knife in his back, a bullet in his skull and a dependency on a drug lord's latest concoction.
The thump of heavy boots was heard at the door. Another man entered, his words resounding through the cramped bar. "I am an officer of the Imperial Guard, and I am currently under oath and orders to gather men so that the will of the Emperor may be better..."
"Bloody hell," Jak murmured to himself before stumbling, half dragged after the officer through his drunken stupor, the sound of a dozen disgruntled men being marched at gunpoint ringing through his diluted consciousness.