Crown and Coin

[darthbeck]

Tom was sitting on the floor in the corner grinning to himself, the training had gone amazingly bad for the past two days.

first he had kept getting blown up, at the same time as his enemy, once, twice, a third time.

the next day was worse.

he had decided to try a new manuver, however whenever he used it, he would mess it up somehow and get
blasted.
it had not gone well.

however, today had shaped up nicely.

he had stopped a smuggler in dublin, the foolish junker was trying to smuggle weapons to the molly base in dublin.

now he was just starting to work of the effects of 7 pints of beer. it was hard work.

it was even harder to think straight after he had heard a rumer that meny of the ensigns were going to get promoted to leutenent.

it was hard work.

tom fell asleep.
the bartender grinned, and then filled another tankerd with beer. walked over to tom, and put the tankerd at his feet.
"can't hurt him more then the hangover" said the bartender to himself.

in his sleep, tom grinned.

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