Sunbucks Cafe

[Talbott]

Frank Austin walked through the door of the Fort Bush Sunbucks in his brand-new LPI flight suit, feeling somewhat self-conscious of the Recruit Officer patch on his shoulder. The tall, lanky Houstonian stumbled and nearly tripped over a body sprawled by the door. He saw the Recruit patch on the boy's shoulder, did a double take and knelt down to check his pulse.

"Aw hell," he muttered. Sluggish and slow, looked like alcohol poisoning. "Hey barkeep!" he yelled, pointing at the boy "How much did he have?"

The barkeep made a particularly rude gesture at a single glass on the bar. "One Ale, cowboy, and he didn't pay neither!"

Frank looked down at the lad again. "You serious? Liberty Ale's mostly water."

The barkeep snickered and hefted a suspicious looking jug "Not when its spiked with a little Rochester moonshine. My little surprise for the flatfoots."

"Aw hell," Frank muttered again. "Right, I'll take him to the infirmary. Kid'll learn his limitations, at least."

He lifted the blacked-out officer up in a fireman's carry and headed for the door be fore turning and catching the barkeep's attention again.

"Oh, hey barkeep? Ya'll keep that jug handy, I ain't had real Junker moonshine in ages. Just don't poison it with Liberty Ale, it ruins that nice burning sensation. I'll be back in two shakes."

And with that he headed for the lift and the infirmary.

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The Austin Clan: George Austin, GMG Paramilitary Ensign; Frank Austin, LPI Recruit Officer