You pour some Sucrosol and then Martian shots over a tank filled with ice cubes. Gently stirring, you pass the tank to Louise.
She lets you scan her credchip (+72c)Today's earnings: 437c
Monthly earnings: 437c/9600c1234USY.1d/1m.2259h
After taking a sip of Asteroids, Louise puts down the tank and looks at Jack, and so do you.
He has his face hidden against his arm, hand still gripping on the empty shot glass.
"Prefers cheap drinks in large amounts and then gets wasted fast. Good pilot, but terrible drinking companion." Louise puts down the tank.
"Keep this for a moment. Now if you excuse me..." Single-handedly and without much hassle, Louise, a girl about half of Jack's size, lifts him by his waist and hoists him over her right shoulder. Taking slow and heavy steps, she marches out of the bar area, towards the airlocks.
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With a hiss, the door opens and Louise walks back inside the bar.
She sits down at the bar and resumes sipping on the Asteroids.
Dialogue tree time! Pick one of the options and the response variant:1) Jack
*A) "You took him back to the ship, I wager?"
*B) [HOT-HEADED]
"Ah! I see, Jack's got the airlock! Poor guy, let's have a toast to his weak liver!"*C) [CHATTY]
"I assume you know Jack for a quite a while, if you know how to handle him in this... state."2) Louise
*A) "Am I correct to assume you actually like alcohol? You don't have the appearance of a heavy drinker."
*B) [HOT-HEADED]
"You're a cyborg then! A strong one, too. Were you a merciless bounty hunter before taking up ship service? It's been always an... archetype, of sorts."*C) [CHATTY]
"Our software is similar, you said. I thought most of the wet-ware is produced by several different corporations. Wouldn't there be differences between our bio-chips?"