You decide its about time you fix the disco screens.
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Turns out all you had to do was to replace a torn power cable in the central disco console. Once the cable was replaced and the console started-up, all screens lit up with greens, blues, purples and oranges, soft pop and rock music playing from the speakers in the corner of the bar hall.
With just few minutes to spare before the arrival of your next patrons, you do some idle cleaning of tabletops and the bar counter.
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With a loud hiss, the door opens and a pair of spacefarers enters your bar: a man and a woman, both wearing red-and-white jumpsuits.
They look around at the bright lights and listen to the music for a moment before approaching the bar.
"...and looks cool, too." The square-jawed, black-haired man spoke, nodding in approval.
"Mm, yeah." The petite woman with long white hair grumbled in reply.
"Hi there! Name's Jack. First time here for us, we rarely go through Delta Aries. Can I have a tank of Cherrybomb, please?" Grinning widely, the man sits down at the bar. The woman looks around, shrugs, and sits down as well.
"A shot of something fiery for me." You quickly go through the list of 'fiery' drinks in your memory banks.
A) Offer her...
*A) Wóda
*B) Dry Jet
*C) Wet Jet
*D) Bricklayer
*E) Lamp
*F) Pneumo
*G) InPulsar
*H) Pontifex
B) [HOT-HEADED]
"A shot of something fiery, huh? Mysterious! Anything particular on mind? I shall deliver!"C) [CHATTY]
"I would gladly offer you something from my selection, but, I would prefer not to serve blind."
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