"By Gaia, barkeeper, I asked why you sell that dishwater for ten damned credits! That has to be a bad joke!" Two man were stooping over the counter, glaring at each other furiously. Both of them still looked nearly the same to Raven, but the one who just shouted had glasses on and owned that certain Rheinland accent...
With a convulsive grin, the owner of The Flying Dutchman calmly replied:" Ya pinchpenny..if you don't wanna buy it here, the next bar is about a lightyear away! And now shut it and pay for the water. Otherwise, Mac will clean the floor with you, puppy!"
Mac was Charlie's older brother and obviously ate his veggies as a boy. Lots of them.
His piercing eyes and a single grunt let Goeben reconsider his attitude. Reluctantly, he paid up. "Ten credits for a simple tap water...don't suffocate on it."
"Fella, water is rare with no ice fields in Delta. And you're sitting here in a bar, and in every proper bar, alcohol is the cheaper than anything else. So stop being a sissy and get something normal afterwards."
Hans' teeth were grinding, but sometimes, it's better to swallow one's pride and calm down. Without further comment, he chugged the most expensive water of his life...
