Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[Charcoal]

Willis often preferred to drink from the comfort of the cockpit of his Deep Space Engineering assigned Anki freighter. Away from supervisors with unrealistic deadlines, away from the "thick as three planks" apprentises he's been forced to educate. Away from people in general. But the emptiness that had become of this field engineer's life was starting to take it's toll. The front door automatically opens in front of him, and Willis walks directly to the bar.

"So what'll it be sir?" asked the barman, in his overused customer service smile.
"Liberty hard whisky will do." Stated Willis, "and hold the rocks, I prefer it straight if it's not too much trouble."

A nod was all he got in return as the barman cracked the lid off the dusty old bottle and poured the glass. Willis took a sip from his glass and took in the scene. He could feel the eyes upon him from the moment he entered the bar, but by this time every patron's attention had returned to their conversations. Alone again, this time in a room full of people.