"What do you bloody mean this is all you serve? Flippin' 'ell, this is the Manhattan Bar I guess... all right, start me a tab."
The Junker known as Sterling Fawkes was unimpressed at the selection of drinks. He sighed and settled into his booth as the waitress gave him a skeptical look.
"We don't start tabs with..."
"What, 'cause I'm a bloody Junker, love? Fine, yer lucky I'm thirsty an' wanna be planetside a while." He pulled out a charge card, placing it on her tray. "Keep 'em coming 'til that runs out."
"Very good, sir."
The drink arrived as he lit his cigar, placing his paperboy cap on the table beside him and letting the lights shine off his bald head. He blew out a ring of smoke and watched the looped coverage of the progressing hostilities.
"Reckon we're gonna be busy these next few months..." He muttered to himself, a greedy gleam in his eye as he took a sip.
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