Tyber was at the storehouse when the announcement came in. Anxious to join his friends he nevertheless needed to finish the inventory. That last run of food to the starving Maltans had been both satisfying and profitable. The items they'd brought back, now filling the cargo bay, would do a good bit to recover the cost of setting up the Drunken Junker.
Working his way through the crowd to the bar Tyber scanned the room for signs of his friend, Murphy. Alycia waved him over and placed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses in front of him. Nodding toward the Congress lounge she called out "Captain Murphy's waitin in the back"
Murphy had a small crowd of girls from the club gathered around his table, wide eyed and smiling, clearly enthralled by the story he was sharing. Tyber sat across from him and caught the tail end of it. Laughing, he poured a glass for each of them. "How's life treatin you brother"?
