On Monday, January 10, 2005, at 12:28 PM, Eris Reddoch wrote: > > The tavern is mostly empty. A woman of middle years is behind the > bar wiping it in a bored way. An older man in a worn ship suit is > seated at a table in the corner sipping on a beersi from a mug and > watching some sort of show on a TV mounted up on the wall. Another > man, dressed in an ill fitting suit and grossly overweight, is at a > table reading a newspaper and occasionally sipping from his beersi > mug. There are a pair of men dressed in civilian clothing playing > pool at the table situated off in another corner of the room. > > When Ricardo steps inside, he notices that everyone's eyes turn > toward him, and other than the pair of pool players, he gets the > impression that he is of more interest than the TV show or the > newspaper. > > The woman behind the bar gives Ricardo a tired smile and says, > "Welcome to the Starman Rest, stranger! What'll you have?" " A pint of stout if you've got it, plain old beer if you don't." He surveys the place. They guy in the shipsuit have any insignia or anything? -- "Wherever you go, there you are." - B. Banzai, Ph.D. Bruce Johnson
