One Drink Too Far? //with Kyu Akibara

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There was this one crucial moment when a Rogue sitting at a table with two other guys was just sneezing. It was a loud, powerful sneezing, and it simply happened at the exact same time when Kobo mentioned his sexual preference. The sneeze made it sound like it was simply covering a syllable. So Kyu thought he just didn't hear it correctly, turning every man if I wanted from every SNEEZEman if I wanted into every women if I wanted. Hearing that, he wondered whether Kobo was just another narcistic and self-overconfident guy like the guy that allowed himself to defect from the Core without getting killed. In mind, he had to shake his head, yet he let the little Kusarian talk. In the end, it still felt weird, like just a little junker boy that had a cheap plan in mind to abuse Kyu's unique relations and possibilities as Advisor of the Omicron Supply Industries.

"My choice of life," he began, repeating his words, as that was a weird thing to say about him. In space, before mooring with the freeport, Kyu had told him the very basics of his life. That he was not a Kusari-born kusarian but simply had kusarian parents while having been born and raised on Gran Canaria. In fact, joining the Omicron Supply Industries was an obvious thing to do, as they have a major influence on Canaria. And only very few people knew about him having been working for APM before a certain someone offered him the opportunity to bail out along with fifty other people. It was impossible for Kobo to know. He simply couldn't have refered to that. "I don't think there is anything special about working for the OSI. A well-reputated company, welcome nearly everywhere but Rheinland. And even that issue is about to be solved." In the meantime, next to the glass of Blue Ridge, anoter glass of Liberty Ale was provided, just as he had requested it. The Blue Ridge wasn't really his taste. "Not a fan of shameless self-advertising, but I think you'd do better either as OSI transport pilot or, if you prefer the more exciting jobs, the security wing. It's day like today where a few more escorts could have prevented the Tilapia from getting unnecessary windows in the hull."

With that, he turned around, sighing, leaning his back against the counter while looking at the windows. "Liberty is a god-damn hell hole. The Omegas are maybe filled with radiation and asteroid fields, but my ship never got that many slaps than the few days I have to spend in Liberty. It's crap." Exhaling audibly, he gave Kobo a careful look. "At least you didn't turn against me yet. I hope you wait for that to happen after I got some rest."