Facing yet another quarter of rum, Gyp wondered if he would have the stomach to resist so much booze. He remembered some wise words that Malaclypse the Third once told him.
Scoop, anything that comes for free only makes you stronger.
The old man liked to call him like that, but no one else did so ever since the Polyfather passed. He liked the nickname, so in his drunken state he toyed with the idea of picking it for his undercover persona.
He set the glass aside and started drinking directly from the bottle. Somewhere in the bar someone raised an eyebrow, but Gyp did not notice. He tried to stand to go to the jukebox and play another song, but he was too drunk for that. All that he could do was sit there and wait. Once James Trenton arrived they were going to discuss the framing of a brighter future for both the Junker Congress and the Temporary Autonomous Zoners, where the young reporter was gaining more and more influence.
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