One Drink Too Far? //with Kyu Akibara

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What a weird day. That was the theme of Kyu's thoughts the very moment he left the Tilapia, entering Freeport 14 still wearing his OSI flight suit. His bones were feeling heavy after fourteen hours of running the same route up and down, from the Concord over this god damn lane in Shikoku to Hiroshima, just to bring every time one of those station salvage packages of the Red Deer to the Renzu Shipyards. It was a well paid job, not only for the Omicron Supply Industries that invested a good amount of ressources to fulfill this open contract for the USI. Kyu himself would get a good payment as well for each run.

Remembering how often the Tilapia got pirated in the recent five days, it wasn't really the most upcheering thought, though. The payment could have been bigger. The maintenance and repair costs for the K'hara ambush on the Tilapia weren't making this any better. Yes, it was definitely time for a drink, and since this Kobo guy was as nice as not to pirate him during their three encounters, Kyu accepted the strange invitation. Strange, as the guy first wanted to have that drink on the Tilapia.

Exhausted from all this, the OSI Advisor made his way to the bar. The Freeport in Alberta wasn't nearly as crowded as Freeport 11 during peak times. It was actually nice here. Not too much going on out here, although a few ships were moored with the station. Pirate trains, Salvagers, some snubs. It was obvious there was a bit more than usually going on here since the salvage of the Red Deer was to be pilfered.

The bar was... a bar. Very stereotypical. Not very original, but Kyu didn't expect to find a club lounge on this station. The fun stuff was only to find on Canaria or on the Vista. Sighing quietly, he scanned the area with his eyes, not really requiring much time to find the small kusarian sitting at the bar. How old is he anyway? There was nothing else in sight which looked inviting. If that Komachi hadn't been such an attention whore, he would even considered her a welcoming view for the evening.
In terms of having boring-ass conversations only, of course.

"Kobo, I guess?" he asked the kusarian while taking the seat next to him. Turning to the barkeeper and his robotic assistant which looked like one of Kishiro's typical service robots, he ordered himself a Liberty Ale - assuming they wouldn't have the good stuff out here anyway.