Who: Charly Burke and Gordon Malloy What: Having a conversation When: August 21st, 7:00 pm Where: Homebrew Rating: Low
Charly sat at the most isolated table which had been available when she arrived at Homebrew. She'd picked the place pretty much at random from the online directory on her new phone. The place served alcohol and food, which was all she needed from the place. Just a quiet place to have a drink or two and reconnect--or maybe connect for the first time?--with an old shipmate.
The place was incredibly primitive. She'd been to place like this before, but mostly in holodeck simulations. Historical reenactments or games. Being here for real was less entertaining. She couldn't just step out and reclaim all the comforts of 25th century life. They ate animal flesh here, for God's sake! The smell of cooked meat in the air was both horrifying for what she knew it meant, and alarmingly appetizing because she'd eaten meat all her life--but synthesized from raw materials, not torn from the freshly murdered body of a living creature.
She took another sip of the whiskey she'd ordered as she watched for Gordon's arrival.