On Monday, August 18, 2003, at 06:52 PM, Eris Reddoch wrote: >> After Woof talks to Pasco, Ricardo catches his ear. > > "What can I do for you, Captain?" Pasco asks wiping the bar with a > white > rag. > >> "Back in the CSA, there was a loose association, standing pub crawl, >> and poker game of indie Ship Captains. Not anything so formal as the >> Guild. > > Pasco nods. > >> "In fact when I left the CSA they were starting to get antsy about >> 'em. between the Guiold and the Corps the indies were getting >> squeezed out. It wouldn't hurt to get to know other folks in our >> position...Y'all got anything like that here? I figure I'll need to >> start getting plugged into stuff like that around here sooner than >> later." > > "I can see where you would." Pasco agrees and pours Ricardo a beersi, > "On the house." Ricardo raises his glass. "Thanks" > He steps away to serve a man in a uniform down the bar then comes back > and leans over to Ricardo saying confidentially, "You know, if you like > that sort of game, maybe you'd like to come over tomorrow night about > 0800. I've got an upstairs room where you might find the sort of action > you're looking for." Ricardo pulls a sip off the beersi. "Sounds like it might be fun." He finishes his beersi. "Now, alas, I've got to go. It's turning into a lotta work to be me these days." He grins widely "But at least I don't live in a trailer! " OOC> *SOME* day I"m gonna finish my filk to 'Son of a son of a sailor'...but that always leads to listening to the song, and, well, then you gotta listen to a few more of Jimmy's, you know, to get into the mood, and that leads to a few more, and before you know it, you're watching the sunset, sipping a margarita and the lawn *still* hasn't gotten mown, because, you know, there's always manana...:-) > -- "Wherever you go, there you are." - B. Banzai, Ph.D. Bruce Johnson
