- Rusty Sunset
The Rusty Sunset is called such because the placard above the door depicts the sun setting over a field of dismembered bots. While it's often the go to place for rangers to unwind after a hard trail ride it can also sometimes play host to other, less reputable types one might expect on a frontier. While sometimes this can be interesting in a sudden violence kind of way it's usually kept south of deadly. If not out of respect for owner "Red" Sonja then out of fear for her surprisingly adept bouncer. An older gentleman who looks disarmingly proper for his role, Manfried "Badger" Holburn is a legend in street fighting circles back east. He looks after Red like she was his own daughter. Nestled on the far side of the saloon is a clock work made piano.
Red Sonja Picture and common knowledge check
Badger was on his swan song, but his well buttoned vest holding a pea shooter and the twinkle in his weathered eye dreaming of his youthful street-fights was usually enough to keep the peace over whomever entered. Most folks came in for one of three things... Whores, booze, and or cards. As you entered the crowd customarily halted their jibber jabber and took a look over at the swinging door. They smirked at Bull’s butchered face, gave the brit and ingine a twice over look that did not say how do you do. Even the kid got an eye brow, but no one said anything cause she was a Masterson and gramps was right there known for one thing: Killin’. A pitcher of amber ale was thrust into Crankshaft’s hand out of nowhere. Not uncommon as most folks knew enough that a galvanic engineer was all that stood between them and an army of raging bots ready to rip their flesh off.
Badger
Just so happened a table cleared out, most folks left looking like they lost their shirt or money. A man with a lopsided grin waved ya’ll over. His face looked a bit sloppy, as if it had not been afixed just right. The right side sagged a bit giving it a bit of an inhuman appearance. Most folks called the card player Woody. He was fast on the shuffle and tall tale. But a bit back he had some heart trouble succumbing to a vicious stroke that robbed him of his good looks. His voice was easy on the ears and spoke with a friendly tone as he shuffled his cards with one hand while the other collected the recent table winnings, ”C’mon Tesla Rangers, pull up a chair. Just 5 dimes an ante, table limit 100. Game’s Poker...” His good eye takes in the rangers briefly looking for recognition, ” Folks call me Woody round here, and don’t mind the face. I won’t mind yours’” He chuckled looking at Bull. ” Have a seat. Grab a drink. We’ll play a bit and I’ll tell a tale or two for your amusement.” He placed the cards on the table waiting for someone to speak and cut them.
Woody
Players say Hi sit down with a drink of choice. Once all folks have sat (week time or so) game will begin. 5 dimes is slang for 5 dollars.
Grab a benny.
