"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

[Inquisitor Gaunt]

He shuffled around in his large pile of booze, before picking up the scotch bottle, and showing it to Jean.

"Bottle'a whiskey, made in Edinburgh in 758. It ain't vodka, 'cos this grog's a 'ella of a lot better...."

He reached into the booze pile again, extracting two tumblers with ice in them, before cracking the lid and pouring a couple of measures. He offered the fuller one to the Councilman before settling back and watching the game, directing speech but not eye contact to his new found booze buddy.

"Newcastle versuz'aaaaaah..." He paused, tilting his head back to think where the green uniformed players had come from. He snapped his fingers, and vision forward. "Hamburg! Izza real corka', 'ey're oooold rivals they is. Don't s'poze you Gallics'a even got football where you comes from, does ya?"

The game went to an ad break, with the greatest song in the world as its backing track.

_______

Across the room, Dwight took another huge drag from his blunt, before offering it to the nearest person

// Nearest person being whoever replies next.

---