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The moto-cross style armor that Rip wore was already heavy, somewhat bulky, and having the outer cordura layer soaked with water made it even more so.

"Inside" however he was fairly dry, he could feel it seeping in, cool and wet around where his jacket met his gloves. He could feel it around his collar dribbling down into his t-shirt beneath.

He slow rolled the place once, found a place to park and dismounted. The stiff, knee length boots kicked up little splashes as he made his way inside, the storm little more than a drumming rattle on the real glass windows.

The visor lit up the interior for him, smokey, dirty, faded. The display died automatically as he pulled off the helmet, his wavy hair springing back a little as it came loose. "Evenin'" He jerked his head to the pair, then hooked a d-ring on the back of the helmet to a clip on his belt.

He meadered over to the rack and started looking at the cues that were left, selected one, and then began chalking the tip before blowing gently on it to scatter the excess.
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The younger man looks up from the table at Rip, before turning back to the table to finish his shot. A slow rolling shot at the 9, that knocks it towards the corner pocket. The nine comes to rest inside the corner pocket, wobbling a moment before it drops. A smile crosses his face as he looks at the older man before he moves around the table for another shot.

"What ya need bub?" the older man states as his eyes seem to be mostly on Rip.

Artemis made her way in as well, taking in the atmosphere of the place before removing her helmet. The place had real character. She didn't have cybereyes, but she did have a nano-optical rebuild to handle dim situations like this.

It looked like Rip had already started talking, so she was content to keep an eye out and follow his lead.

She'd order something lame if the tender bothered her, or jump in if an opportunity presented itself.

"I was hopin' to play winner" Rip replied with a wry grin as he chalked up the stick. He glanced between the men with a faint, hopeful expression.

Lady Koi was glad to have Artemis with her heading to Fast Eddy's.  This was not the sort of neighborhood she preferred to hang out in; not since she was a kid at least.  On the outside the place was pretty much exactly what she expected given the address.  She pulled her skirt down a bit and adjusted the jacket before making her way in.

All eyes were on Lady Koi as she entered the room, even the one younger man offering a bit of a whistle. But the sight of Artemis at the bar had him place his cue stick down and walk over "What can I get ya?"  He eyed Artemis up and down a moment trying to get a read on him before his eyes wandered to Lady Koi.

The old man leaned against the table as he waited for the younger man to return after serving the man at the bar. He looked over to Rip "Fifty Euros to play at the table. Winner takes it home."

Rip grinned. "I've got ten to my name, but I'll put 'em against ten of yours if that's enough to keep your interest." he offered before he blew some of the blue chalk dust from the tip of the cue.