Draxell

"Mondani? No, well, Old Man Brambles may have looked into that at some point. But no, on that trip we where searching for one of the four pieces of the Anubs triangle. Supposedly if you gathered all four pieces together and assembled it, it would unlock one of the pyrimids; allow you complete access. We never did find the forth piece. I think the Old Man is still looking for it." Buck stated. He looked down at the large steak that had been set in front of him. "Ah.. finally." He said, then began to tare away at the slab of clow that was practically still bleeding.

Buck glanced at the lady now standing in front of him.

"I already ordered ma'am, just waiting for my steak." He said politely, in his ever gruff tone of voice. He looked down at the silverwear that had been set in front of him and contemplated eating his fork, but decided that it might ruin his appitite.

Buck looked up at the waitress, "Yeah, just make it brandy this time." he stated.

Buck was starving and the thought of that large juicey stake made him all the more hungry. The auromas coming from the kitchin didn't help either.

"Hero? Oh yeah, I filled out those forms." Buck Replied, turning back around in his chair. "Names Buck, Buck Lawhorn." He stated, exchanging a handshake. "You said Monban, eh? I remember that place. Passed through a few times when our research crew was doing excavation work in Africa."

Buck stared at his empty drink glass for a moment, then let his eyes search the room for a passing waitress.

Buck twisted around in his chair, leaning back on the bar and resting his elbows on the counter. These where definately the wierdest people Buck had ever met. He wasn't really even a fan of the big city, it was over rated as far as he was concerned.

Buck turned his head towards the large black man that had just recently sat down next to him. Buck looked him over, taking notice to his large sword. Swords weren't his thing, Buck never saw the need for one.

"So, you like this city?" Buck asked.

Finally! Buck thought to himself as the ice melted away, leaving the various beverages to remain seperate on their own. Buck wouldn't let them wait for long though. In a quick snatch and chug, the drink was gone. Buck raised an eyebrow. It was tastefull, but then again taste didn't matter that much to him. He thought back to the most potent drink he had ever had.

It was in a little town in mexico, just outside of mexico city. The place was called El Diablos. The bar itself was located on the second story of the building, the bottum floor was a seperate strip club.

The bartender had taken a beer mug and added tequila, 90 proof liquer, a shot of jack daniels, a shot of a mysterious beverage (Most thought it to be paint thinner), squeezed a habinaro pepper into the mix and dropped it at the bottum.
The last man that had tried to put it down started choking, then lept out of the window and into the streets, breaking his neck on impact. It was for this reason that they called it "La muerte líquida" (The Liquid Death).

Buck had taken one look at the drink, then grabbed the handle and swiftly swallowed it down. He slammed the mug down empty, even the habinaro pepper was gone.

The men in the bar stared at Buck in awe as he munched down on the pepper, then spit the seeds out in a spitoon near by.

If your ever in Mexico, you wont find El Diablos anymore. After that day, it was renamed "Buck's Hoyo de Infierno" (Buck's Hell Hole)

"Thanks." Buck said, taking the drink in his hand. He took a good look at it. It was strange. It didn't look like anything he had put down before, but hell, it was alchohal.

He wasn't to thrilled about waiting for the ice to melt to empty the glass, but he had a menue in front of him now, so that eased his tension a bit. He didn't have to look at it to long though.

"Steak, biggest one you've got. Make it rare." He said, handing the menue back.

Buck looked back at his drink. Damn, that didn't take long enough. Buck thought to himself, then proceded to start flicking the side of the glass, hoping the frozed liquids would hurry up and brake apart.

"Bah, Absynth, brandy, diesel fuel. Suprise me." Buck said with a grin, yet a tone of seriousness fell behind his words.

Buck Glanced around the room, many colorfull figures filled the bar. Buck wasn't colorfull, and he wasn't a man of tights and capes. He didn't really concider himself a superhero for that matter. Buck was a hard man who had done a lot of crazy things, and that was that. He drove a hummer naimed daisey, was raised by a man named Old Man Brambles and faught a secret nazi uprising in Africa. But then, Buck always was under pressure to be grow up and eat steel. After all, you don't have a name like Buck Lawhorn and go into accounting.

"Yeah, a drink. What's a good hard liquer here?" Buck asked, resting his arms on the bar.

Buck tossed his cigar down on the ground outside the door, then strolled inside the bar.

He let out what seemed to be a combine sigh of pleasure and intensity. Buck Lawhorn was a large, muscular man. His clothes where dusty and a five oclock shadow was everpresent on his chin.

Buck Sat down at the bar and waved for the bartender to come over.