Booze & Business

[Lythrilux]

Omicron Delta's three suns reflected on the cool waters of the pool, their rays bouncing off the gleaming white walls of Archos' private Nauru Resort. Archos adjusted his sun-glasses to keep the sun out of his eyes, a tricky feat given that any of the three suns would be almost always be shining on you at any given point in the day. Wearing a Hawaiian shirt, black shorts, and sandals, he leaned back into his beach chair, a pina colada in one hand, and a tablet computer in the other. After taking a sip from his glass, he scrolled through the information on the screen, observing the details of The Core's next premier client. Her name was Lauren La'Row.

I, Lauren Charlotte La'Row, Duchess du Champagne and his Higness' loyal soldier...

Fancy, Archos thought to himself. People with titles usually had lots of money. Business with the Enclave did present a risk, especially if the Gallic Confederacy find out, but supplying both sides of the conflict would mean double the money. Worst case scenario, he could always invite Pierre Vaillant for Pina Coladas too.

Any moment now she'd be due to arrive. Hopefully, La'Row would remember to bring appropriate attire for the occasion. Wearing a flight suit on Nauru would be just asking to get cooked alive.

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