Gibson can feel the User—and the oncoming lecture—approaching before he's even halfway to the bar. Nope, not anywhere near intoxicated enough for this yet, he decides, downing his entire drink at one go before turning lazily in his barstool to face Flynn with his customary smirk. "Yo. Order a guy a drink?"

Flynn raises an eyebrow. "Dunno about that, man…heard you've gotten into plenty of trouble today already."

Gibson just shrugs, still smirking, as though hearing those words from the Creator doesn't sting. "That's me, always."

"Apparently you really pissed in Clu's cornflakes, shutting down the processing plant like that."

Gibson grins at that. He can't help it. "I have no idea what that means, but you just made my day." He raises a hand idly, flagging down the bartender and ordering another round. "You want?"

Flynn just sighs. "Gibson, you started a riot."

And here we go. Gibson has to fight the urge to grit his teeth at the blatant skewing of events. "Is that what you heard? Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but three guys on one isn't exactly a riot."

"You beat the task manager into standby—"

"Did they tell you about how they were harassing Cayce?" Gibson cuts him off, unable to keep the anger out of his voice anymore. "Did they mention the part where they almost shoved her into the glitching output beam when she tried to get them to leave her the hell alone so she could get back to her job? Bet they conveniently left that part out, huh. Nope, it was just Gibson, incorrigible troublemaker, stirring up errors and being a hazard to the workplace as usual." He turns back to the bar and grabs his drink, knocking back half of it in an attempt to calm himself down before he starts ranting at the User, who he's always considered a friend.

Flynn, for his part, stays quiet for a long moment. "…I'll talk to Clu," he says, finally. "He'll listen to me. I'll get you reinstated. I'm sorry, man, I should have looked harder at both sides. But man, you gotta realize getting violent like that isn't gonna solve anything."

He means it, too, and for Gibson that almost makes it worse. "…you don't think I know that?" he sighs. "And don't worry about it. Going back to work there would just make things worse on everyone else." He takes another drink before going on. "…we're building a new colony. Out in the Outlands. Someplace we can take the pressure off the people who don't want us here and have a safe place to ourselves. I've been asked to help set it up, and I agreed."

Flynn looks stricken. "Gibson, are you sure…? We need…I need your skills here, man, you can't leave."

Gibson smiles a little. "Thanks, friend. But they need me more. And besides, it's not like I'm running off to hide in a cave forever, are you kidding me? This city'd get too boring without me." He leans back against the bar, feeling his usual grin coming back, even if he doesn't quite feel it all the way through. "And you know you're welcome out there anytime."

Flynn regards Gibson sadly for another few nanos, and then finally heaves a sigh and smiles. "Well, if I can't convince you to stay, then I better wish you luck." He reaches for his drink, raising his glass. "To better tomorrows."

Gibson raises his own. "That, I can drink to, among other things. Better tomorrows for everyone."