World's End bar

[Mellony's Acquisitions]

Mel

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Mel sat on one of the five metal bar stools that had been set up around what would eventually become the World's End bar. Knowing Lachlan, Mel was sure that there was a grand design for the place, but for the moment it was little more than a stainless steel alcove with a lot of half empty shelves of booze behind the bar, and the five cold metal seats surrounding what would become the Irregulars' primary watering hole.

She shifted a bit on the seat and gently kicked at the bar in front of her with her boots in order to cause the metal stool to swivel back and forth. The seats weren't furnished, and were the kind of hard metal seats with holes drilled into them to both not let spilled drinks pool on them. Although they were probably more likely built that way to cut down on the extra cost of metal here and there when every uncle's brother tried to set up a bar with cheap, prefab materials in his farflung pirate base. Wasn't Lachlan's fault. The poor bastard that ordered the pre-fab set up in order to save a buck would probably get an ear full from the boss though. If there was one thing Mel knew for sure, it was that Lachlan liked things spruced up a bit, and more importantly: he liked them done RIGHT.

Getting tired of the cold metal biting into her ass, Mel hopped to her feet and wandered behind the bar. There were the crates of Kusari whiskey that she herself had shipped to the station. The boxes were half open, but the bottles inside were still untouched. Whoever's task it was to stock and build the bar had probably been called away on more important business.

Mel shrugged to herself, bent down, and yanked one of the bottles free. Prying the bottle open, she leaned against the unfinished bar and took a long swig. She'd never really spent any time in Kusari space before, at least not outside of shipping goods to and from various clients for the Irregulars. But damn if she didn't love their whiskey!

Plugging the bottle and standing up straight, she got ready to make her way back to the Cadillac Ranch. She preferred running during most people's rest cycle. Made things easier on the shipping routes, but it also gave her time to think and breathe away from all the hustle and bustle of crowded loading bays and trade lanes.

Quiet moments like this.

As Mel turned to go, she almost called out for Ida to follow her, but then realized she was already asleep back on the ship.

Taking one last look around what would probably become a bustling bar soon enough, she shrugged, tucked the bottle under her arm, and gave a casual two finger salute to the empty bar.

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