Manhattan bar

[Malaclypse 666]

"Kane old chap, damn good observation there, more 'political moves' than summer
windshifts on the Solent in August. Sad day in Sirius. Its just fight, fight, fight for that
lot, without a thought for the reason. Not a true allegiance in sight eh."
Hoodlum wandered back to the bar, it had been a long night all round.
"Pops, the Gaggia is just firing up, something hairy and canine to be getting on with ?
Though the dog analgy, probably means a tequila or two would be a card carrying
solution ... Honey cake ?"
The mornings news was still showing the results of the previous evenings antics.
"Ladies, gentlemen, anything else while I'm on me feet ?"

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"The coffee helped, Hood. Yergachef? You're not getting this nectar on bloody Manhattan, it's obvious. You've mollified the hairy dog. Remind me not to approach that particular kennel again, eh?"

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