"Yes Sir, he's over there..." says a waitress, while pointing towards a table nestled in a quiet little corner of Hell.
Dimi crosses the Fellow Hoodlum Pub & sees a rather non-descript, middle-aged, middle-height man wearing an outrageous plum-colored frock coat...slumped over; sweating profusely & snoring loudly, as the daylights shine on the walls in the 'six a.m.' position.
Standing over the soon-to-be very hungover man, he can't help but snicker out loud.
"Alright Malaclypse, time to go home buddy" Damien says as he does his best to lift the guy to his feet...& not doing very well.
"He*hic*ey! Marbushi..Marclin..." Mal tries to say w/ a groggy & sloppy smile while waving his free hand in the air. "Have a dri*hic*nk with me, it'sh happy flour!
"We just had one Mal, remember?" replied Dimi, humoring the man, as a couple of onlooking bouncers rush in to aid the new Beergarden manager with the heavier man's extraction from his seat.
You're a good egg Markley, but you *hic* schould really do schomething about the temperaturesh in here.
"Well, we try Sir, but accually, around here, this is considered kind of a cool morning.
After a fair bit of effort, Dimi & the two bouncers place Mal in a rickshaw parked outside, & Dimi pays the runner to take them both through the central cavern & towards the front entrance, & closest to the escelator that leads up into the docking bay in the upper section of the station.