"Requesting permission to dock, vector 398, breaker breaker 9..."
"Boy, what are you talking about? Park 'er in an open bay and go spend your money at the bar," was the reply from control.
Dervin moseyed up to the pub with all the suave he could muster, which is to say, little. After taking another hit of Cardamine, he sauntered up to the bar. "Wine, cheap-" and it was in his hands before he could finish.
"I do be thinkin' that it's 'bout time I seen this place. Good service an' the like. Mayhap I'll be here more often. For now, I be plannin' on drownin' in me wine. Lemme know if anyone hollars for me, Keep"
Dervin sipped his wine loudly and thought about his predicament. He was a particular man. Not tall at 1.5m, he looked almost boyish. Not that age mattered at this pub, but he was 21. His manner was a ploy to keep him under the radar. The real Dervin was fairly smart and quick, but a dimwit drew less attention. Having almost joined the Lane Hackers, he was now addicted to Cardamine but had the smarts to match.
"'Nother round, Doc." Dervin angled the glass and watched the room around him through the reflection.
Best to keep to yourself until you learn a bit about your surroundings.
