James sat in the shadow of one of the main outer girders. He seemed to be looking over to Tirane but he did not see the planet. He was thinking about the future of the Omicron Zoners. At this time of the day the bar was usually empty. Ral ignored him as always what he was indeed grateful for, although he knew it meant that he was considered to be doleful company these days. He took a sip of his trimineral water he was only drinking with ginger and lemon. He ignored Bo and Ral, mostly because he knew that Bo would like to see her tied upon his bed, which in return she certainly knew to avoid, so their nice little cat-and-mouse game would go on for the next hours.
