The Italian Guy

[Heydrich Šechtl]

The air was filled with music and smoke. T.S. Antonio Mercetti stepped into the tavern, he was not impressed. For all he's seen now, he doesn't like German people one bit although they were good in a fight and Antonio knew he wouldn't mind a German fighting with him. He sat himself near the bartender. He hated the noise was so loud, also the German language to him sounded a bit 'annoying'.

The bartender stepped in front of him asked spoke German which really pissed Antonio off. He motioned with his hand to the bartender that he wanted a drink. The Bartender just left even though Antonio knew that he didn't have a clue what he was talking about. After staring at the patrons for awhile he noticed the bartender had brought him a drink..what a surprise, Beer.

He was missing Italy already..the food, wine, people and the women who had very short skirts. He knew he got transferred to Germany for good as most of the Italians were not so experienced or good in war situations. Hell he was the only Italian here. He took a sip of his beer, and began to wonder what to do next..

[∬:Egbert Von Schmit]

OOC: Dont Mind If I Join In Here.[/size]

BIC:

(( German Speech Translated Into English Language ))

Down the cobbled street, with the street lights in the air. It was a great night for a party. With nothing to do Schmit decided to go down to the tavern for a little drink, meet some officers there. Arriving at the tavern, Schmit entered with ease. As he took a couple steps in, Schmit said " Hey, What The Hell Is Matter With You People? Why Cant You Call Group To A Man That Has A Quench For Beer! ". The Men shouted as Schmit had a little giggle on his own comment.

Turning to his right, he noticed a man sitting at the bar. It seemed like the new Italian guy. Walking over to the stool, Schmit put his hand on the man's back and said, " Mind If I Join You? ".

[Niklas Schuster]

OOC: I have nothing better to do, so I'm going to join. I use <words> to represent that I'm speaking in German, as I'm to lazy to put translations at the bottom.


Niklas hated nights like this, there was never anything for him to do. e much rather preferred to be in battle, getting shot at is so much more fun than siting around bored. He had decided to take a little walk after about fifteen minutes of doing nothing. He didn't mind the walk to the tavern, any thing beat just sitting.

Soon he came reached his destination and took a look in through the window. <Packed, I might just have fun tonight after all,> he grind as he stepped in, pushing his way over to the bar. He noticed Schmit and took a seat some distance away from the man. If there was one thing he disliked more than having nothing to do, it was sitting next to an officer when he was looking for a fight.

[Heydrich Šechtl]

Antonio sipped his drink once more and looked at the officer. To tell the truth, he didn't know he was and he didn't actually care. It was maybe from the beer but who knows. After motioning the stranger to sit down. He called the bartender and asked him to bring the officer a drink. After that he looked at the man not saying anything and turned around and faced the crowd. It had more people normally as Antonio was now almost a regular here.

He got drunk most of the nights and snuck back into the barracks late. He was thinking about a lot of things, Maybe bring bring a squad from Italy. They might be better then these Nazi's. He turned around and asked the person next to him,

''So Officer, I am uh..how you say,Oberscharführer Antonio Moretti.. Glad to meet you.''

he knew to himself that he was officially drunk.

[Austin]

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