After construction of the great housing module and the second module holding the Memorial Clinic has been completed, the crew and the Havens leaders worked full time in getting their home base comfortable.
600 Crewmen at the Haven, including the Clinic´s staff. The scrapping crews, the Ambulance crews. All wanted a place not only to sleep and to work, but a space for leisure and social meetings.
If you wanted some nightlife you could always take a ferry to New York and risk getting roughed up by some hotblood navy boys. Or take the ship down to Houston. Mind you... be careful you get the ferry again in the morning and don´t wake up in a work camp or at Sugarland. Or hop in with a friend and fly over to Puerto.
And many of the crews did... after working a two week shift with the scrappers they had money to spare and an appetite for life.
But with the opening of the Clinic more Crewmen came in, and many of them where no men... the female nurses got quite a lot of attention from the crews, and McKannon had already set up an efficient security force to ceep things calm.
Morale was high, and so the project of setting up the Cantina went forward at a tremenduous pace. Some of Havens members even got a cuff from Fynn for not using rest time for rest. No, helping with the cantina did not count as excuse.
Then the old Beaumont Junker named Olson came to Fynn with the latest design for the bar and a ready made plan to staff and run it. As he put it : no haggling, McKannon already had gave his consent, and so had Mr. Tukker.
The hole crew laughed as Fynn graciously gave in and cheered three days later as the Foreman ordered the first round.
Since then Olsen rules the Bar and has started to oversee the Cantina Staff as well.
He is a extpert listener and often finds a good word of advice for joung hotshots.