Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[Ash]

Buzz strolled in through the door with his collar turned up. He was slightly startled at the man that came running at him screaming with his arms flailing. He stepped aside to let the man pass, which he did as loud as ever. Buzz was wearing his characteristic dark grey trilby to shadow his face and a long dark grey overcoat pockmarket with droplets from the now subsiding rain outside. A few Navy and police pilots turned an eye in suspicion as he paused for a moment in the center of the room. Buzz surveyed the scene before him, turning his head slightly from side to side to take in the environment.

He watched as two apparent teenagers in Official Uniforms took wincing sips at the ales before them. Each of them either side of a larger man who appeared to be aggrivated for whatever reason. With various libertonian pilots beginning to stare at him he moved quickly to an empty table on the far side of the room. He sat down and picked up a paper that was left on the table before him. He opened it after he'd perched his foot up onto his left knee and began to read.

It wasn't long before he noticed an empty scotch glass on the table before him. A sparkle in his eye flashed for a second as he picked it up and slid it into his left pocket.

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