Benjamin strode into the back of Ship Inn, tipping his hat to the pretty waitress as he entered the VIP bar, a considerably less smoke-filled and brighter atmosphere than that of the mud-hole out front. His crew were all on Manhattan visiting family or looking for prostitutes, but the only relatives he had in Liberty were the Whitakers in California, and like most of his relatives he didn't get on with them too well, so The Ship Inn it was for a pint of Maltese Ale he'd get as soon as Sophie was done wailing Derek twelve stools up (he smiled and raised his cane as he passed, popping the large bone buttons on his greatcoat as he went by) and to read a good old fashioned paper paper. Flipping to the Law and Order section, he was a bit disconcerted; the headline read:
"Boys, 13, Borrow Father's Neural Net Card and Spend 30K on Neural Gaming with Prostitutes"
He read on with wide eyes as Sophie sidled over. "What'll it be, Mister-" he held up a hand for silence as he finished, at which point he started chuckling loudly and held up the paper. Sophie's eyes went wide as she saw the headlines and buried her face in her arm, giggling silently as she went into the back room to get the ale she already knew he wanted.
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