"Drink it, enjoy and join in. I recommend FFG (Fall from Grace), it's just started up and you could pretend that your character was just late to the meeting." Zem said to MoW smiling.
"The Zombies get more of a show in Part 2 of the RP. 'Fraid for now your just stuck with killing humans and the occasional Zombie in the sewers." Zem replied, "Your Face looks new, you had a haircut (reference to your new PP)"
"It's called a prequel, them's quite fashionable these days." Tigermite replied as he pulled out his revolver and began twirling it in his fingers, well aware that the hammer was down and there was a round in the chamber.
"Pah, Hollywood" MoW spat. "With their fancy whatchamacallits... actors, yes, them. Tiger, be careful with that, Regal won't want any holes in the roof of his bar when he gets back"
"Yeah!" Tiger shouted in his drunken stupor. "A nd if you try and take it again I'll blow your brains into yer drink!" He shouted, drawing his revolver.