The Blue Moon

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Woodrow had busted up another Templar after combat practice after having been out of action for about 6 months. "I need a drink" He mumbled to himself bitterly and the idea came to him. "The Blue Moon!" Alas, how could he forget, the home of so many good memories. He set out to find it.

He came across a locked door where the Moon used to be and got the keys to it.

When he opened the door he saw a bunch of dusty tables, some drink dispensers and two switches. He flicked them both on, one being the interior lighting and one being of a neon sign outside, which he surprisingly hadn't noticed earlier. He missed the place, the memories, and the friends that the Moon reminded him of.

A few days later he had cleaned the place himself and restocked the drink between his own ships, it had become his own little project which the whole armed forces would benefit from. everyone needs to blow off some steam once in a while. He flicked on the neon sign.

"The Blue Moon is back in business" he said with a smile on his face.