Creative Practice Day 33

Elarsh pulled up a stool at the crowded bar. Traders and jackmen shuffled throughout the pub, guffawing and complaining about the days successes and failures, respectively.

"What'll you 'ave 'larsh?" Boomed Hephzibah, Elarsh's favorite barkeep.

"Give me two accretion disks, wet, in one tall glass."

"That'll take the edge off. You alright t'night?"

"Oh yeah. Just getting along. The harvest on Iode was not what I wanted it to be this cycle."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You make enough to get by until next cycle?"

"We did. It will just be somewhat tight for the next while."

"I get it, I get it. Ever since they shuttered the Em-blith mine over on proxima we've had less and less overnights, which cuts that bottom line right down. Had t' sell off the extra Jalopy just to keep afloat when the crash happened."
"I'm sorry to hear that. You'll have my patronage for a long while yet. I won't be able to leave this system till my hab-debts all paid. That will take a while."

"Sure sure. Hey! Quit Brawlin'! Take it outside or I'll crack yer skull right open! That's what I thought you three eyed freak." She slammed down a fist on the table making everyone's technicolor booze jump in their glasses. "Sorry about that hun'. Well I'll see to it that we scrounge up something tasty for you tonight, keep ye' from eatin in ta' yer rations for today at least. You hang tight I'll be by." Elarsh was grateful for such a friend.