The Hazy Jane II safely docked, I decided to stroll over to the Star & Garter on Fisk Port. This time of the day, the establishment is usually quiet, and I needed the peace. The pink and blue neon sign over the door cast its familiar aura into the cool corridors of Fisk, and the 20th Century jazz that emanated from the place told me that the head bartender, Dom, was on duty.
As I hopped up onto a stool at the bar he nodded at me, and walked over to take my order.
“Hey Furieux! The usual, commander?” he enquired, pouring a Centauri Mega Gin before I even answered him.
“Yeah, Dom, thanks. Busy day?” I replied.
“Ah not so much, it doesn’t really kick off until later when the rest of your crazy wingmen start arriving.” he joked, handing me my drink...