Sandur Base Bar (Gaians and sympathizers, open RP)

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Cory liked the Sandur bar. Most preferred The Green Hell of Islay. A lively place, to drink and smoke until the vines closed in and you woke up the next day swearing never to drink or smoke again. For her, Sandur was for brooding thoughts on the days when you dared only to sip your drink. All the same, by the rules and regulations of every bar in Sirius, there was plenty of drinking to be done. This held especially true for the salvage crews on Sandur Base. From the wrecks they pulled useful equipment and the frozen corpses of the dead.

Now the bar was empty, no music played. The barkeeper was somewhere in the back. Cory sat in the corner next to the window. She made a mistake ordering the drink. She did not feel like drinking beer. Still, there were two fingers of it left.

When the barkeeper comes back, I’ll order another beer, Cory thought and leaned against the glass pane.

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