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</div><br/><br/>Kai had fucking had it.  To say it was a long as shit day didn't even -START- to cover it.  This asshole needed a drink, then another asshole. This fucker grabbed her ass, then that fucker ended up on the floor. Another day , another credit. Another six years before she could buy herself off this fucking rock and start over.  She wondered how the fuck anyone got by on a living wage...<br/><br/>And then her moment of self-loathing was destroyed by explosions and chaos. She didn't catch what went on over the feeds, she didn't much care. She didn't know anyone anyhow. She poured another drink for an Ickthian, some Thorians, and even some humans. The explosion seemed to make people thirsty.  Just as she was rounding the bar, finding a place to roost just long enough to check her com -device, she heard the request for a Torthose Ale.<br/><br/>She sighed. They had been out of the shit for weeks.<br/><br/>She poured , not looking , a Fletoninan mead into an oversized mug, and slid it across the table.  She looked up when she didn't hear the sound of broken glass, and sighed<span style="color: #003366">. "That'll be 6.70. Cred or chit?" </span><br/><br/>Kai blinked at the creature, his large 'hands' and hunched posture.<span style="color: #003366"> "The fuck er' you ?" </span>She asked blatantly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>