The Blue Lion

[Azan27]

Peter McCullen wandered into the Blue Lion. I had been a long time since he first had come here. Back then, he'd been a simple priest, lost in a strange station. Now he was a full-time employee of Bowex, and a much happier man than he had been back then.

He had come here to congradulate Mr. Clark on his promotion, but the place was so packed he couldn't see if the new Provisional Supervisor was even around. No matter, he thought. He was happy with the comany's new promotions; These men deserved it.

He took a seat on the bar, and glanced up at Sullivan.

"One cup of juice, good sir," he said.

Sullivan looked at him as if he couldn't beleive the words he was hearing.

"Juice?" he asked.

"Juice," remarked Peter, with a sense of perminacy.

"Juice it is.." sighed Sullivan. He mumbled under his breath "I'll never get over this friar..."

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Let it burn.