Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

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<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:100%][color=#FFFFFF]Nice place....Was it a nice place? Maria looked
around to see people casually chatting, wasting their limited lives with casual talk...boring...devoid of
emotions. Places like that disgusted her, but her fighter was nowhere near ready. She could almost feel the
life being drained from her by the emotionless faces, by the bored chuckles and bad jokes being told
around.

"This place is rather boring birdie. Look all those humans talking their limited [font=Century Gothic]live-cycles away with idle
chat, no emotions no risks no life. I can allow myself a few
years of slumber, a century maybe they could not. Their colours are pale their songs monotonous...This not a nice place
birdie, it is but a training ground for the oblong box they will all end up in. Life is like sex when you
do it with passion it's an experience to behold, when you do
it because of the shear need to it becomes mindless
copulation nothing but instinct. Instincts are
such a bad liar on the way to atomic dissolution...
This box of a room is as lifeless as the
great nothing-vacuum itself! I'll do them a favour...

Maria took her PDA and made a few calls...About 30 minutes later 2 men carrying large suitcases entered
the Lone Drunkard followed by 4 girls in long trench coats. Maria just made her regular overly creepy smile
and nodded at one of them. Several seconds later the bartender was forced out at a gunpoint half of the
customers were petrified the rest started reaching for their side-arms as the two men started unpacking the
suitcases and the girls climbed on the bar. What came out of the suitcases contrary to the untold notion was
DJ-ing equipment not guns. In an instant the girls that looked like serial offenders turned to rather exotic
looking dancers. Maria stoop up and drew attention to herself with a rather animalistic scream.

"Biirdies this is your bir(th/d)day! You will all poison your bodies with drinks and smokes
on my tab tonight. Happy LIFE birdies!"

The crowd started cheering save for few individuals as the newly arrived "guests" started mixing tracks on
the decks they just unpacked

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