Saving the Soul of a Ship

[Lionheart523]

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The bartender walked slowly over to their table with two bottles in hand.
“Here,” he grumbled and put them down rather hard, “help yourself. I’ll put them on his tap,” and snorting he indicated with a nod of his head that he meant Franklin. With another rather unfriendly grunt he turned around strolling lazily back towards the bar.
“Charming chap,” Theobald grinned, opening the bottle of whiskey and pouring Ian a generous amount into his glass. He lingered a bit, thinking and then filled his own glass with the amber liquid.
“I might give this stuff a try,” he smiled, raising his glass and toasting towards Ian, “to Junkers and Orbitals joint ventures,” and he drained his glass.
“Mmh, not bad,” he commented. Looking at his friend he continued: “As soon as I have slept off all this booze, I’ll inform HQ about the plans and set everything in motion. It should not take long for our ships to arrive. However, I can’t tell for sure when we get Orbitals approval or what date they will be able to offer, but it shouldn’t take too long.”
The Orbital captain surely showed signs of intoxication by now, grinning far more than their meeting began. After he has filled his own glass again with Vodka this time, took a generous sip and leaned forward: “and now I am interested in this idea of yours, which you have mentioned. Can’t blame me for getting curious, eh?”

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