Tales of the Mandalorians

[Dieter Schprokets]

The bar at the Mhi Mhotir was beyond noisy.

William Bishop and his pilots were beyond drunk.

Diane Blane walked in and looked around in disbelief. She had no problem understanding drunken pilots; that was their natural state when off duty. But some of these men were so far gone their livers would go on strike.

She walked up to Billy and cleared her throat.

"Minor?" It was kinda a question.

Billy grinned. "Yup. We did well. We specialize in customer service."

Diane sat and smiled. "The ink was barely dry on the contract."

Billy was still grinning. Hadn't stopped for 4 hours. "Yup." Monosyllabic seemed to work at the moment.

Sagitarii was semiconcious on a bar stool. "Hi Mom!", he offered in mock greeting to Diane. She smacked him. He fell off the barstool. He did not care. He would, however, feel it in the morning.

Daiikin Var appeared to be holding his liquor the best; he was standing upright, at least. But appearances could be deceiving. He kept repeating something about marrying his Switchblade.

Alor'ad Anila Tor spoke up. Rather he slurred.

"Two Fightersh, a gunboat, and a carrier... It was beautiful." He slammed his fist on the table. "Like the good old daysshh..." He threw up quickly and kept talking, like it was a routine event.

Billy didn't hear. He was too busy passing out. Diane drank, having decided to try to catch up, but she knew it was quite hopeless. Dha Piruna came in and did his best as well.

That was a rapid return on investment for that particular client, she mused.

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