Bar / Lounge of Freeport XXI, a place where everyone can relax

[Gypsie]

Don't have more than 2 doses if you are flying to Freeport XXI through that mine field my friend... was what Paco, Perpignan Freeport's nox dealer had said to Gypsie as they ended the transaction and were waving goodbyes to each other in Rousillion. Now the young reporter understood why. Luckily, the Rotten Apple's armor had been improved lately, so the real explosions (not the ones going on inside of Gyp's head) hadn't torn the Conference apart.

At the hangar, maintenance technics told him he had to wait for at least twelve hours for the repairs to be completed. The drug, for his mental health's sake, would have worn off by then.

Good Goddess I'm thirsty! said he. I think I'll hit the bar. This close to Gallia, there must be a blonde or two to help me pilot the rest of my trippin.

He walked through the corridors with the strangest sensation of being under low gravity. His footsteps were long and slow, and each time he pushed the floor down with his feet, his body seemed to lift up in the air. After what seemed a longer walkabout than Dorothy's through the golden road to Oz, he reached what looked like the bar's entrance.

He ducked instinctevly when the voices in the big room reached an audible level, and hid behind the door's wall to concentrate on what was being said. He knew that the language being used was not foreign to him, yet he couldn't understand any full phrase, just separate words which sounded quite trippy as the voice tone of the people speaking pitched up and down like a rollercoaster.

Richard..... I'm a mammal.... We don't have any Black Grog K'hara.... My flip is Gallic tokens....

He peeked through the door's angle to see who was speaking, and saw a dressed monkey shaking it's limbs in the air as if it were giving an explanation. He immediately hid again and he braced himself for irreparable madness. Then, still out of the vision of the people in the bar, on the other side of the door, he shouted:

GOOD HOLY GODLY FEMALES! THIS GALLIC RECIPE IS INDEED POWERFUL! EITHER I AM RIGHT NOW SEEING THE FULL FNORDS, OR GODDESS IS TROLLING ME IN AN EPIC FASHION!

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Malaclypse Freeport