<strong>”So, what kinda job could a big fella like you get around in these parts?”</strong>The bartender ask as he wipes some spilled foam of the counter-top with his arm.<strong>”You don't look like one of them marine types, and you seem to big to be a pilot.”<br/></strong><br/>Another customer, a young marine with blond hair, sits down beside Francis and orders a drink.<strong>”One of those blakkies,”</strong>the young lady flips a silver credit onto the counter-top.<br/><br/><strong>”A Blakkie coming up.”</strong>the bartenter replies and pours some black liquid into a small glass and places it in-front of her.