Manhattan bar

[Ecco Taurin]

"A sunny day, 5 pm and I enter a bar, my ex would call me **%&**"

As he passes the druids at the frontgate, the left bud, raises his metal hand.

"Sir, you are Mr. Alan Parson..?"
"Yes, little tin-friend, any problems?"
"No, it just reminds me to an old song, I loved very much, called 'I Robot'"

Raising an eyebrow, he wonders if there really was a smile in that rusty old rob-face.
Opening the doors, he hears a voice saying:

"We know who to call for extra security staff around the bar then.
I'll bet he could even handle those Winters boys when they get wound up."

"A good day to you all, lemme introdruce me, please, Alan Parson, drinks on me.
My Cargo was full of dusty stuff, but it brang some cash. Let me invite you to this little party, please."

Crossing the room, he discovers an old jukebox. Laughing out loud, he presses X/9
*What comes up, must come down*

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