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Who: Atton (Open!)
Where: The Bar
What: Time to drink.
So, he'd managed to find the bar. Not too hard, right? There was a bartender and everything. So, Atton walked up the bar and leaned over towards the tender. "Hey, one Juma Juice, please."
The bartender gave him curious look and shook his head, "Sorry sir. Don't have it. Never even heard of it."
Atton was stricken for a moment. No Juma Juice. None. They hadn't even heard of it here. Still. Recover, must recover. Must drink. He considered his quandry for a moment. "In that case, I'll just have the closest thing you have to whiskey. Bottle and a shot glass, please." He slid a handful of credits across the bar.
The bartender scooped them up and came back a few minutes later with a bottle and shot glass and slid them over to Atton. Happily, he poured himself his first shot and knocked it back. There, that was more like it. The familiar warmth and bit of alcohol.
Stupid future people.
Where: The Bar
What: Time to drink.
So, he'd managed to find the bar. Not too hard, right? There was a bartender and everything. So, Atton walked up the bar and leaned over towards the tender. "Hey, one Juma Juice, please."
The bartender gave him curious look and shook his head, "Sorry sir. Don't have it. Never even heard of it."
Atton was stricken for a moment. No Juma Juice. None. They hadn't even heard of it here. Still. Recover, must recover. Must drink. He considered his quandry for a moment. "In that case, I'll just have the closest thing you have to whiskey. Bottle and a shot glass, please." He slid a handful of credits across the bar.
The bartender scooped them up and came back a few minutes later with a bottle and shot glass and slid them over to Atton. Happily, he poured himself his first shot and knocked it back. There, that was more like it. The familiar warmth and bit of alcohol.
Stupid future people.