Manhattan bar

[Malaclypse 666]

"You lot definitely prove the old addage: 'I don't drink anymore.. not since they invented the funnel.'...", Pops observed as yet another smelly cheroot magically appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"And Romer, slow down lad! I can hear your gut rumbling from way over here!"

"And speaking of funnels, drinks around. I've just made a nice deal with the boys at Spa & Cruise. I shared the details of a great new tourist route with 'em, complete with unfriendly guardians, threading the needle through triple suns, the occasional Nomad attack, and even a little exploding poopy gas and asteroid billiards. The marks will love it! In return, S&C has guaranteed me a full passenger manifest on every trip. They's even offered me a contract.. still thinkin' on that one. Kinda like my neutral status."

"Don't all congratulate me at once, ya sloppy buggers! At any rate, the Daddy W will be moored here for the next few days. If we need overflow space to watch the Hodge 'n Podge duke it out, her forward Lounge is available."

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