The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

[Doria]

Yeah, that was the day. After so much time, Crazy Lou would play his guitar again. He was a little uneasy. So many years have passed. But he still remembered all the details and nuances of every song he wrote before and during prison. He finishes rolling up a smoke for himself, lights it up, takes a deep puff and holds the air a little, then releases a dense cloud, kinda blue against his dorm wall. "Whoooo, this Baffin weed is realy something!" he thinks, while picks up his guitar - an ancient instrument, dating back to Sol, but almost haven't changed during all those years. He leaves the room in the direction of the Lounge'n Pub Bar.

When Lou enters the room, some people look at him, most don't. There are a few rogues about, and a strange fella on the corner. "Hmmm, pilots clothing." He sits on the other corner, next to the bar, turns the guitar on, checks the tunning of the strings. He puts down his spliff into an ashtray. "Good old Lou Reed is back!" he thinks with himself and, whitout any warning, starts playing a song he wrote during his stay in Huntsville.

Lou Reed: 'Beginning of a Great Adventure'

As he is playing and singing, he enters another dimension. A dimension where the old Lewis Reed is still alive, kinda happy, not the grumpy old man he is now. When he finishes, he slowly comes back to reality as he opens his eyes. Lou looks around. One drunkard rogue is applauding the song, the rest doesn't even seem to have noticed it. The stranger at the corner nods at Lou's direction, in a compliment.

Lou puts down his guitar, picks up his spliff, lights it up again, takes another smoke, approaches the bar and asks the bartender there: "Hey Sam!" - he calls all bartenders Sam - "Tell me, who is that strange fella over there at the corner?"

"Some Outcast..." the bartender answers. "He was looking for Mr. James and Mr. Ryvar. Says his name is Volkman or something..."

"Venkman!" Lou remembers quite well the Outcast of the 101st squadron who helped escort Jesse and himself in the last slave/cardie run to Malta and back. "I'm gonna talk to him then... What's he drinking?"

"Liberty Ale... and water!"

"Gimme a Scotch and another ale for our friend over there..."

Lou holds his cigarrete on his lips while he picks up both drinks, walks across the bar to where the Outcast is seated, and asks, the spliff waving up and down while he talks: "Señor Venkman, isn't it? I'm Crazy Lou. I am the pilot of that P-Transport you helped escort on the way back from Malta, the Gunboat Diplomacy, remember? May I sit down?" He puts the drinks on the table, then pulls up the chair and sits. "Is nice to meet you in person! May I ask what brings you here?"

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