A Secluded Bar

[Petitioner]

Though it had taken most of his credit reserves, as well as the entirety of the hull panels and electronic components he had stockpiled onboard their former home at the Junk Pile, he had managed to fix up and re-pressurize a large portion of the station, working alongside the others in the rag-tag band.

This particular room had been particularly difficult to get into working order, particularly as it was less of a room and more of a small space obviously intended for storage. Regardless, it had been renovated into a condition that was almost cozy, and stocked with an almost default selection of alcohol, mostly provided by him. He was proud of his handiwork, as he felt, perhaps justifiably, that since he provided the materials for the renovation of the station, he deserved a majority of the credit.

"After a long, hard day's work of legitimate commodity transportatin'..."


McCoy grinned to himself and grabbed a bottle.

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