The Skeleton Key

[Tailsdoll]

The bright room seemed oddly empty with only the ocasional jumpsuited maintenance worker drowning down the day's misery. The barman spent his days reading old newspapers and watching space fust flow by outside the window.


For all the construction work both outside and inside the station, Key Axial's bar seemed like a fish out of water. Only muffled hammering could be heard through the padded walls, sporadic announcements over the station's comm system breaking the silence.


Above the counter, a large lighted sign offered promises of fresh food and drinks. It was a secret known only to regular users that the fridge held nothing more than a couple of bottles of Sidewinder Fang. Still a good drink.


The stools are warm and the only drink cold. One could sit down and relax for a long while in here...


"Willy!"


The barman knew that voice. A tall man in a suit entered the bar, his leg wrapped in linen and with a crutch supporting it.


"Get me a drink. It's been a long day..."

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<span style="color:#000000">The awful plight of he who cannot draw to save his own life.</span>