Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[Malaclypse 666]

Comm ID: [TAZ]Sophie.Noir
To: Moira W., the Veranda

Moira hon,

If Reggie was appalled at the state of the Perfect Blossom, you'd be flabbergasted by things here, sorry to say.

The pies I brought by a week ago are untouched and stale, except for one slice of coconut creme, which I'm told one of the barmaids filched without paying for. Apparently Mollys don't care for pie.

There are cobwebs in the corners, the auto-dryer in the ladies' 'fresher isn't working, and half the glassware was broken in a brawl three days ago. No replacements were even ordered.

Clientele? Meh.. two Iridium haulers were nursing Greenstripes, one Zoner came in lost, asking for directions to Cortez, and the Mollys who had the brawl left without even offering to pay for damages.

One room upstairs is still booked long-term to a guy named Finn McCool, but he hasn't been seen for months. The housekeepers are afraid to go in the room for fear they'll find a corpse..

Dunno what to tell ya Moira. Only way to get the Mollys back would be to book female mud-wrestling on weekends, and cockroach races during the week.

I have a theory.. people are too damn busy whissing and moaning about the state of affaris in Sirius to be looking for entertainment.

Either that, or the old saying that "war's good business" is a crock of mildewed malarky.

And no, globes don't look good in wet T-shirts.

Love,
Sophie

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