After spending delightful 2 hours in front of a bulkhead totally convinced that she could talk the rivets out of it Maria finally gave up and decided to do something rather boring compared to what she just finished doing - namely visiting the famed Lone Drunkard pub located in the west wing of the station.
About 30 minutes later she finally reached her destination to find a colourful looking bunch comprising of familiar and not-so-familiar faces. She walked in with her distinct manner which to a person that doesn't know her will suggest she's been drinking for hours. Her metal heels crudely sharpened ripped holes in carpet as she was walking to the bar.
[color=#FFFFFF]The bartender looked at her and asked
[color=#FFFFFF]"Can I get ya anything love?"
"Indeedyou[font=Century Gothic] can, I seekthe burningdesireleftfromthe fermentationof grain"
[color=#FFFFFF]"Eeeh....what?"
Maria's expression was almost that of disgust, she could not possibly fathom why didn't the bartender understand her.
"Your [font=Arial Black]songscall it Vodka,birdie"
"Riiight....that'll be 3,40 Creds please"
Maria paid and then turned her attention to the rather lively conversing group on one of the tables. Without any regard to etiquette she pulled a chair and sat next to them quite confidently stating
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