Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[Malaclypse 666]

Reggie Waverly strode down the corridor towards the tall hewn-oak doors of Hope's, a bit miffed at himself for being away so long; but, he was finally caught up. The Fields of Gold at Pueblo Bonito were planted and progressing well, all the Scrubby contracts had been filled with his last delivery to Planet Harris, and some refugees from Holman were safely delivered to Baffin, and being considered for various employ as Temple domestic staff.

As Reggie approached the doors, the garish poster pinned to a door became visible. A few more steps, and he had ripped the paper down, staring aghast at the text, and cringing at the mention of his own name...

"Ah, my dear Moira.. forgive me! I have indeed neglected this property, and the woman who brought me back from the brink of despair. I will make amends, my love, I promise!"

Reggie pushed open the door. He recognized none of the hired help. A single customer sat at a corner table, his face half covered by a black velvet slouch hat, idly flipping through a dog-eared paper copy of "Finnegan's Wake". Two barmaids were gossiping at another table, oblivious and uncaring that someone had entered the bar. The lone barkeeper was about to lose the precarious balance of his unshaven chin resting upon a palm, eyes drooping.

Reggie took a deep breath and strode behind the long bar, noticing a film of dust which covered the once-polished surface. He brusquely pushed the dozing barkeeper aside, earning a look of equal parts confusion and objection. A silent and unwavering stare from Reggie soon had the fellow making a half-hearted effort to wash a sinkful of crusted glassware.

The CEO of Waverly LLC, Owners of record of Hope's Haven, then reached under the bar and found a clean apron, which he donned before rolling up the sleeves of his silk shirt.

"By Goddess, I will make amends! I can dive for pearls as well as the next man!"

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