In Concert

[Tracey Rivers]

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"Thanks! We'll chat later, then?"

She was alone again, and didn't know anyone else here. Someone else might have been daunted by this, but Tracey confidently strolled over to the bar. With the prospect of free drinks, she could sort this issue in no time.

Entering the adjoined room, she walked up to the counter and hopped on one of the free stools, looking curiously around her. The place was well-lit, ceiling lights casting a cool bluish glow over the patrons. Some were wearing outfits like Cobra's, and Tracey didn't look too out of place among them. Others looked like freeport regulars: freelance pilots, smugglers and mercenary outlaws conversing over their tables and in the side booths. No doubt many of them were also affiliated with the Xenos. One of the walls had a large window giving a view of the Sierra Ice Field. A slight scent of Liberty Ale and tobacco lingered in the air.

The bartender turned towards Tracey with a questioning look, catching her by surprise and causing her to say the first thing that came to mind.

"One whisky, please. Neat."

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