Mick wakes up, his head sore, he turns and sees the young lady laying next to him, he turns and gets out of his bunk!
Stumbling to the Cockpit he realises he hasn't left, the course half tapped in to Omega 55 he turns to his crew and smiles a half smile as he grabs a bottle of water and some synth marijuana and takes it to stable his ever pounding brain!
"I really shouldn't drink" Mick said to himself as he straightened himself up a few moments passed before he shook his head and tipped the rest of the water over himself to wake himself up more!
Mick goes back to his cabin and opens the cupboard looking back on the floor the suit he came in in no shape to be worn again!
"Last time i ever buy a suit"
Mick pulls out a Blue Jumpsuit with his organisation signia on it and puts it on and decides to go back to the festivities two of his burly bodyguards follow behind him!
Mick walks into the room once again where festivities are being held and he heads straight to the Bar, his bodyguards seemingly disappear into the crowd to find suitable seating!
"Whiskey, triple! Gotta get this head gone" Rubbing his temples he turns to look around the room the drink was placed beside him and he downed it in one!
Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he spots his Bodyguards and orders 2 liberty ales and another triple whiskey! When they arrive he moves to the placement they found, Mick looks around for the Naval Officer he bought along for the ride but he seemingly has disappeared! Taking a sip and relaxing back he starts talking among himself and his bodyguards!
Hanako kept smiling. "Ah, there's the true Hanako I know and love. Didn't take long for her to come out from that facade. All it took was one little question to set you off. What a good guardian you make."
She ignored most of Hanako's torrent of insults but added "To 'threaten my sisters' you would actually have to be my Sister and be part of the sisterhood. However, I do not really consider traitors that have ran and scurried away to be members of our movement. I have no doubt that when hardship arrives again you will do the same thing as you always do. Hop away like a little scared rabbit.
With a parting gesture she patted Hanako's head. "Ten-hut "sister", duty calls" she said as she turned away towards the bar.
Ling laughed a little. "If I left him over there, I wouldn't make it back to Liberty." He raised his glass in the direction of Drake once again. "Drake! Care for a glass of Kusari's spiciest water?", he said with a coy grin.
Despite refraining from eavesdropping, Ling still found his attention pulled in the direction of the two women arguing. While not hearing the words, the tone of their speaking was hostile underneath, and Ling felt the streets of Pittsburgh creep back into his mind, just a little. The gleeful relish of chaos, the enjoyment of watching bar-fights, the constant combat and threat... But I'm not there anymore, he reminded himself. I'm here, and I'm going to enjoy myself.
He spoke to his partner at the counter again. "That reminds me... Drake should have brought the shipment Liberty Ale with him, so if you feel the need for a change of drink, there's a new option on the table. Or, behind the table, that is."
Yoshigahara was still observing hostility between Hanakoes, but it was just between them, if they wanted they could beat themselves as much as they wanted, but Yoshi wouldn't interrupt them at all.
"An ale? Is that some kind of strong alcohol, would you mix it with vodka? Just making sure if it's safe and if you are trying to kill my ability to participate in mess that's going to happen sooner or later." Yoshi shifted on the seat, looking at all the alcohol up there on the numerous shelves. "Oh you wouldn't get back to Liberty? Because of the alcohol or because he is the one guarding you?"
"Ale is closer to beer. It's a bit fruity, with a bitter herbal accent." He looked into his glass. Only a quarter left. "I wouldn't get back to Liberty because Drake is one of our best fighters, and thumbing him down is a death sentence for anyone. One of the most flavorful people alive, I tell you."
Ling noticed one of the Junkers walk in. Mick, part of a trade union of some sort. Sometimes referred to as Mad Mick, mostly by himself and others in his trade group. Lots of wayward information on him, but not a lot of evidence of goals or the like. Keep an eye on him, but don't really bother yourself, Ling. Ling then mentally chided himself for not remembering that he was at a festival, and not on the job.
Drake finished his drink as he noticed Ling and turned towards him thinking. "So you're already here, hm?" Drake ordered another glass of Whiskey and made his way to Ling saying. "So, Mr. Ling, I see you already made it very comfortable for you. I'm sorry for being late but I had something to do first before I could come here. Anyways, who is your friend here?"
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Yoshigahara wasn't really satisfied with description of ale. Herbal accent, just a thought caused her to be sick. But she pushed the thought away when Drake finally approached them.
"Guess I will pass, I hope you won't mind." Yoshi said and had raised her left eyebrow when Ling introduced himself to her. It was polite to mirror the introductions. "Yoshigahara Kiwako, Yūrei of Gen'an cell. In translation, Ghost." She bowed her head in respect and then looked at the anonymous Hacker, also expecting introductions even if his name was already known to her.
"Take it from me. Not liking Liberty Ale is a staple of Libertonian society. Outside of the Security Force scum, I can't imagine a single soul who prefers it over any other option."
When Drake approached, Ling ordered a refill. Being he who drank the most at the end of the day was Ling's well-preserved title. A nearly unnatural alcohol tolerance granted him the blessing of having at least one area in which to assert his dominance.
Drake lit up another Zigarette. "My name is Raphael Drake I am also a member of the inner circle. My position is rather easy, let's say I am someone who keeps an eye on our people and our enemies while we're out in the field. Before I forget, please enjoy the festival all drinks are going on me. However, I hope Mr. Ling wasn't rude to you and was a nice company so far Miss Yoshigahara." Drake smiled and kept sipping from his glass of Whiskey. "I hope I am not dressed to fancy for this festival here, however, I'm rather excited to see what will happen in the next hours.""Ling, since you're kind of an expert in alcoholic beverages, is there any specialty of the house?"
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