Paddy's Irish Pub

[Festus McBoyle]

Looking at the scanner... a strange blip. I set a waypoint to the direction.

"What IS that? It isn't huge, but it sends out a peculiar light". (Checks spectrometer)

"That is strange... it indicates the light is neon, but very intense green and gold. No WAY! It is a pub! A real genuine IRISH pub".

I go in... the decor is basic, utilitarian. I shuffle up to the bar and ask for a sidewinder fang. None. Then I ask for a bottle of the pub's best.

Nonchalantly I whip off the top as I survey the patrons. I take a long draught of this... Junkers Joy?
"Never heard of this brand."

In a moment my tongue goes numb... my head starts to reel. I try to stand but my body will not obey. Sheer force of will gets me to stand. and I stagger over to someone, anyone for help. I reach out for this beauty... at least my mind says she was intoxicating. I fall to the floor and crawl to her, I reach up to get her attention, but I fall short and my hand barely touches her.

She turns, hits me with a club, and then insults me by calling me a CORE pilot. My humiliation was complete and I then pass out.