Sunbucks Cafe

[collins]

Art Collins entered Sunbucks. He looked around while walking up to the bar. Some faces already looked familiar, but he still knew only few.

He still felt a little bit dizzy and the headache hadn't stopped yet. Yet he had to cope with the fact that after his first day of duty his ship was scrap metal. Art still felt bad about the whole thing.

When he had arrived, Art had put on his uniform and had gone straight to Sunbucks; he felt part of a big team and he wanted to get to know them better.

When he reached the bar he said to the bartender: "Give me a large whiskey, Joe." The bartender grinned: "My name's not Joe, but I've always liked that song." Art smiled back "Ooh-eeh" he muttered and picked up the glass the bartender had put in front of him.

He took a mouthful of whiskey and swallowed it. Art turned around, leaned with his back against the bar and looked around.

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