Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

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Maria remained silent while various people were conversing. Their words
though perfectly formulated were somehow distorted to her, lacking a certain flavour...She was locked in
her timelessness a minute a year a century a millennia even. The thousand voices in her head giving her
more than enough ideas what to do with the current occupants and yet none 'reasonable' enough to force
her body to move. Instead yet another glass of vodka poured down in her body yet another 200ml of
alcohol having no effect oh her. Observing and watching listening, random words would stick in her mind
"Damned Outcasts...were it not for them...." words, phrases, sentences which have impact lost in the
background noise of her head. She would occasionally stare at Anna tilting her head at almost 90 degree
angle looking at her, a bit creepily but nothing to provoke a response.

Maria hated places like these yet she regularly visited them, she hated to be alone yet she preferred to
have no one around her. Then suddenly she go up went to the bar with her usual walk, as she was a
marionette suspended on wires, to everyone that didn't know her appearing as she was drunk...too drunk.
She went to the bartender and started speaking.

"Adjust your auditory sensors to receive [font=Comic Sans Ms]
my songs birdie, pour those wonderful spawnlings crawling i
in your crawlspace poisons of their linking
on my tab. Let them gluttonize t
heir vanity for me"


She promptly handed the bartender a credit chip worth 5 000 credits about 5 times more than what all of
the drinks in the pub were worth. Then she took her bottle and sat down back at her table lost in observing
the rest of the people and having sophisticated conversations with herself in her mind

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