Toledo Lounge

[quasi]

Meanwhile on Toledo ...

Montgomery emptied her glass for the third time now, but she still felt the urge to drown her sorrows before she could get drowned by them. At least drinks were always cheap and of irritating plenty at The Lounge.

'Jessica, if you'd need good ship parts some day, let me know and I'll contact a friend or two of mine. But with the other thing ...' he paused and just stared into nothingness for a moment as if listening to unheard voices.

Then he turned towards the doctor: 'As usual?' He did not wait for an answer, but instead started to walk up and down the counter assembling several bottles from the shelves behind. Then he poured their multicoloured liquids carefully into the shaker. He emptied the earth-brown miture after another minute into a little pot, holding his nose.

'Outcast Milk, Dr. Presble' he groaned serving the fuming drink. 'Let me know when you finished your drink, sir. I'd like to hear news about the methods you're using to replace legs today.' He turned away coughing.

Replacement parts for ships, replacement parts for pilots - he wondered, if there had anything been left whole.

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A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.
- Oscar Wilde