[The screen clicks on to a close-up of a
bottle, cold condensation still clinging to the tinted glass. The image recedes - as the network device is set back on the table - and shows the drinker, sitting in what looks like one of the booths at the Blue Light.]
I've put my card behind the bar. First round's paid for anyone who can tell me what we're drinking to.
[He looks thoughtful for a minute, lifting the bottle to his lips.]
Or I'd take a rousing chorus of Waltzing Matilda.
[ooc: open to network or [] action responses ♥]