Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill

[Jeremy Hunter]

Zack slouched into the bar, his unform given way to the only his jacket with the Task Force Iota patch on the shoulder. He walked up to the bar and ordered a soda. He couldnt get drunk, not what he had to deal with. He sat down at a table and sighed. Another day where he gets to go to a grill and his old friend gets to go to a freaking luxury lounge. Oh well.
Zack leaned back and eyed everyone. Pretty much everyone there was a stranger by all but name.
He saw a woman in LSF uniform. Not that he cared. He dated an LSF agent. He saw a Marine. Zack really didnt care. If they protected Liberty, they where friends.
Zack tipped the rest of his soda back and ordered another. He twirled a set of keys passed down from his family for generations. The clinking let him relax. He rarely got that with his life.

Zack surveyed the bar again, seeing everyone's conversations but partaking in none for now.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.