<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316970.msg15292010#msg15292010">Quote from: Metraxa on 26-02-2020, 06:37:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name: Gordon Briggs</strong><br/><br/>For now there was an easy place to start, and he made his way over to the bar. "Evening," he said to the person working behind the counter. "What do you recommend of the drinks available?" In lieu of investigation, he still needed that dinner</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The bartender is pale and thin, his black hair is slicked back and probably dyed, and he wears a domino like everyone else down here. It's hard to guess his age. He could be thirty, he could be a very smooth-faced fifty.<br/><br/>He drops a short 4 oz glass on the bar top and pours a clear liquid into it from a clear, unlabelled bottle. He slides it over to Gordon.<br/><br/>"We make the schapps ourselves. It won't make you blind. We buy the vodka from locals, it might. The beer is Communist now, but it's a passable pilsner. If you care to lay out enough marks I've got two bottles of Pernod I'm saving for a special occasion, that occasion being someone with enough money to make it worth my while."<br/><br/>"We don't get many non-Germans here. Now we get two Americans in two days. I see our fame is spreading, no?"<br/>