Manhattan bar

[Zukeenee]

Yahvo took the seat next to the man who called himself Pops.

"Oh, no, thank you. I, um... I don't smoke.

"So, caviar, you say? Hm. Well, maybe some other time. Would there happen to be a salad that I can get here? I'm not terribly hungry; I just had a late lunch an hour or two ago. Yes, that and a glass of water ought to do it.

"And how's business? I heard you say something about a 'skewered ELF'? You wouldn't happen to mean those chaos-crazed E.L.F. fellows, would you? I've always thought of them as a nice bunch of people; quite funny, really. I met up with a few of them one night in Sigma-13, and we talked a bit."

The bartender set down a glass of water in front of Yahvo.

"Of course, they did ask me to transfer them a few credits, some sort of 'Halloween' thing, but I simply saw it as a necesary bit of mischief in a world that seems so lacking in it."

Yahvo downed the glass in a few large gulps, and set it back down gently.

"Ah, thank you," he said to the robot bartender. "And a tossed salad, please."

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