Serious: Greasy Gallows and the wandering Dance powder ((Open to Greasy Gallows members))

[[Loguetown]]

The man lumbered with his red hair all wet due to the rain. Where the hell did it come from anyway? He thought to himself as he walked how life was truly not in his favor. The only silver lining was his hallucinations were not disturbing him as he entered this low looking bar which was near the docks of this city. He sat at the counter, business seemed to be quite slow this time around. The man looked to the bartender "Whats with the lack of people here....." Bartender looked at him for a while and went back to cleaning his glass. Typical, for a bartender to refuse information to some stranger. The bartender looked to him "There was a marine clearout. A Bunch of pirates caught.... some group called Decadence or something, they have the marines fury here though, Archangels came and cleaned this entire city. Some new pirates wandered in after they left, but, not so many...." Terry growled as he heard the news, this was bad news for him, he had just built slinko, he needed to get back to the Grandline, but without a crew or people he couldnt run the ship by himself. Well he could, but on reverse mountain, he would be screwed.
[[Terry Carrow]]

Wandering through the backwaters of Loguetown, Kin found that there were quite a little amount of pirates around at the moment. That meant that he had lost many of his potential income. Spotting a bar down the way, he thought he might find a couple drunks to cheat money out of, or find some gamers playing cards in the back.

Inside, he figured he might as well start off with a drink. So he sat down to a red head covered in water and ordered a sidecar. He wasn't wet because he had been carrying an umbrella that he had bought from a local vendor that claimed that a big storm was coming. looks like he was right.

Terry suddenly remembered he was thirsty. this did not enter his mind earlier. Why? When he came into this sort of bar, did he think sitting here for free would be allowed? Terry then lifted his hand "Can i have some whiskey and cola?" The bartender nodded and whipped up the drink for him, sliding it to his hand. Terry looked at this strange man who had a umbrella, he seemed clever. Terry decided for some reason , perhaps the alcohol to spark a conversation. "Hate the weather today... i thought we only get this shit when we are in the grandline, but its everywhere....."

"It certainly is bad, though I've bared worse. Names Kin. You know any risk takers who wanna make a bet?" Finishing his martini, he set the glass down and turned the stool to face his new conversation buddy.

(Sorry about posting so late, some how managed to let this one slip by)

As soon as Kin finished his question, the bar's entrance door was slowly opened as a a rathe rodd looking fishman had joined the bar patrons. He was a a conga eel fishman, where it's species was easily determinable by his eel like features, like his foot long neck and odd face, which was made odder with a mixture of anguish and a look that has watched horrors of the world, as well as extremely pale blue eyes and a maw filled with tiny dagger sharp teeth. He wore a millitary flak jacket over a dark blue t-shirt, a pair of knuckle studded fingerless gloves, black cargo trousers, a pair of thick leather boots, a knfie belt which was completely filled, and a machette in its sheath hanging on his back, just above his waist. He also wore an amulet of a fish's skull with a trident carved on it's forehead.
The eel man was tall, easily towering over the barman to which he asked in weary voice; "Some milk please, good sir." standing perfectly still, checking all the bar's patrons with great suspicion as his lengthy neck twisted round to have a clear view of each and everyone of them, including Terry and Kin.