Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[Xing]

Axel sat silently at his own stool, looking at the patrons with a somewhat amused grin - but anyone knowing him knew the man was seemingly permanently wearing this half mocking smile of his.
That is, until business got serious.

His uniform was somewhat strange, a dark and red trim one, with no rank designation. The name tag on his chest read "KPT. A.Baier", and the few words he spoke were tainted with a light, exotic germanic accent typical of rheinlanders who travelled much.

He only ordered something to dine, drinking from his own bottle a crystal-clear liquid, obviously very strong.

"Ahh... Rheinland ale. It has been a very long time since I enjoyed the brewage made from the fatherland..."

He smiled slightly, his eyes showing some nostalgia although still gleaming with lucidity. If rhienlanders were anything, it certainly was a race of drinkers.

"My, House Liberty must be falling in decrepitude if it must contend with engine coolant!" He smirked,
"Pass by a zoner station someday, maybe you'll get some of the real stuff!" he said, lifting his bottle (which held absolutely no indication what it was)

He winked to the LPI girl,
"Just ask the liquor of the reds, they'll know what you will be talking about."

Of course, he meant Vodka (perhaps one of the Coalition most succesful exportation product to the zoners). Not that known in the core worlds, it certainly was enjoyed in the borderworld under various acronymes (most aren't even aware these bottles came indeed from secretive coalition bio-domes), and provided a surprising decent economical financial support to the Revolution.

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