The Bombardier's Brewery

[coolio]

"The fella's got a name. Andrew, get the girl another drink." Robert said, slightly taken aback by the girl's sudden outlash.
"I AM in fact captain of one of their ships, so I guess I have some say here, but my hands are tied. The BMM are, as usual, taking as long as possible with their contracts. Also, if you leave right now, the closest place to get ore is two jumps away. You'll never make that in less than two hours with such heavy traffic", he remarked, watching the seemingly endless line of Percherons and Clydesdales waiting at the Trade Lanes for New London or Kensington.
"So, just relax." he said, trying to appease the lass.
"You can always blame the traffic for late deliveries, if the Guild asks." he continued.
"Andrew, got any soft jazz music in the database? Davis, maybe?" Robert shouted out to Andrew, the friendly robot-barman.