Chugalug was in a far corner sipping his blood beer and smokin some poor dried animal , he brought the thing to his lips , sandwiched the little head and inhaled . He was a man at peace with the world , without offspring or wife . Not human either , though human blood pumped about his insides . He sighed happily and spat on the floor, hygiene in this part of town was frowned upon , death was a daily complication and violence was promoted , but those who knew chugalug knew not to cross him , because , although caring and undesietfull, he would not allow his pride to limp , knuckles would go white and bones would be broken .
Chugalug was a sub-cast , born from a wild man and civilized lady , few like him existed in the Age of rust . In his earlier years he was a bigheaded mercenary who had an awful lot of sex . He would take his little sky shuttle on missions all over old earth , doing what mercenaries do , and end the trips in the bed of a stranger.
An Older Wiser Chugalug stood up and brushed down his wale’s skin cloak. The pub went a little quieter , men and creatures bigger than men moved aside , Chugalug strode between them. He reached the door and looked back at the counter , an old man winked at him and he winked back, then he was out the door and into the blizzard .
