The Star Lounge was the shittiest bar in the shittiest sector of Versia III. And, as such, it didn’t attract the best level of clientele.
Natalia, Nat to the very few people she called friend, sighed as she kept an eye on the raucous group in the corner and wiped the bar down with a rag. The battered steel countertop was too old and pitted to gleam, but she did what she could, moving from left to right. She didn’t want any of the customers to catch anything on her watch.
Movement tugged at the corner of her eye. One of the w****s sashayed her way through the bolted-down tables and chairs over to the small group near the shuttered window. At least, she didn’t want them catching anything from the drink, anyway. Anything else they caught was not the Star Lounge’s business or responsibility.
