Rochester Inn

[der.metzger]

A scraggly looking mid-twenties guy stumbles in. Trips over himself and lands on his ass laughing.

"Aw dang! 'Nother ion storm *hic*" he lights a hand rolled cigarette and slowly staggers to his feet. He pulls a shiny flask out of his oily jacket and starts to drink it when the bartender notices.

"Hey, you gonna drink it in here, you gotta BUY it in here!" he hollers. The dude stumble-skips to the bar in a playful manner, then slaps the flask on the bar.

"Here-ah! You can have isth. I got if of some Rheinlander. I... I think thass where I got it. Mebbe Kusari? Eh, who gives a damn? Iss yours now! Haw haw!"

The Bartender pockets the flask without looking much at it, and asks, "What's your name? Huh? I've never seen you here before, you a junker? What's your name?"

"Naaaaah, not really. I'm juss freelancin' right now untill I can find some steady *hic*..... uhhhh... What were we.... oh yeah! Steady work! Yeah! John's the name! Of the Champion fambly! John... Champion! Hawaw! But hey! You can giff me a coffee though. Pour some jet-fuel in that sucker too!"

John takes his drink, and stumbles to the nearest booth and proceeds to stare deeply into his drink with a large grin on his face. After a minute he slams back his drink and stumbles out, muttering about crossing the embargo line into Rheinland.

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