Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[JaaY]

When Achille approached the bar, one could easily tell that he was shocked, although he tried to hide it.

"Sean, a drink?"

Sean grabbed a shot glass, poured the alcohol in the glass and placed it right infront of Achille, on the counter. Then, he took Achille's credit card and withdrew a not slim amount of money.

"Ah, merci....I must applaud you on your sense of timing, old compadre, over that little debarkle. Member Gregar certainly makes quite the bouncer archetype, doesn't he? Commendable methodology regarding conflict resolution...""

"I hope you are okay. What's about Susan? She seemed a bit shocked...I was just about to jump across the counter, when I noticed Gregar, so I pushed the button instead."

"...Where did we find the man anyway? Omicron seventy-four? He's built like luchador with the finesse of Susan's python. When it comes to private security he's the difference between a cavalry charge and an armoured brigade, for love of Lucifer. And that, is quite an accomplishment, almost inhumanly so..."

"No idea. I know nothing about him, except his name. And he's always wearing this shady mask..."

Sean sighed and leaned on the counter.

"...Ah, whoa, well, see my friend? Dear compatriot Grengar... ahem, You are..." He rotated, facing the subject; "...A paradigm of your station, quite commendable."

Gregar was apparently not impressed at all, not by the man who was a meance to Achille some minutes ago and neither by Achille's reaction. All in all, he didn't even seem to be nervous or excited. That fact made Sean shiver.
After several seconds their conversation - altough it was more like a monologue - was over, Gregar turned away from Achille and walked back to his chair next to the entrace.
Achille turned back to Sean.

"Yes, quite a capable man, our compatriot, with traits to be admired..."

"...and a strange behaviour. However, he did what he was called for."

Achille emptied his glass and slid it over back to Sean.

"Thank you friend, may your wine-cellar continue to purvey such ambrosia."

"You're welcome. Next time you need a shot, just come around. And I'm speaking of alcohol, not an actual bullet", he said, chuckling a bit.

...

"...So my friend, how exactly flows the golden stream of life on the more tuggin' n' haulin' side of the Commonwealth's twin arms? Profitable, I hope?"

"Well, you could say that we certainly can afford more than just ONE glass of booze. *chuckles* How about our R'n'D wing? How's Kenji doing? I hope he's not only slicing things up?"

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