Finding yourself in a Stop-Over space station, kinda like trucker stops in real life, you began to simply walk around and shop... Though, you eventually stopped outside some sorta Inn- It was named 'The Rusty Nail', and it certainly fit the bill... Old rusty walls, the outlines and just full old posters hung up on the walls, and some even plastered over each other. So, needing a room and a drink, you decided to push the doors open and head in. To your surprise, it wasn't that bad... Nice worn wooden floors and walls, old tables covered in scratches and water stains from old drinks. You walked up to the bar counter and popped a seat right next to a red Lizardfolk who grumbles softly as he lifts a tumbler of whiskey to his lips... An honest to God Space-Cowboy.

As you ordered you drink- You watched the cowboy begin to violently cough- Blood even escaping his mouth and onto his arm as he quickly searched his pockets now, grabbing out a needle and quickly jabbing into his neck, injecting himself with the purple fluid, which quickly stopped his coughing... After he realized you had been watching him, he simply groaned and ask: "You wanna ask about it, right?" In a thick American southern Accent, probably referring to the blood he had hacked up- It could've been anything nowadays. While he waited for your reply, his free hand grabbed the needle from his neck and ripped it out, shoving it into his pocket