Slug eased himself onto the barstool, a lazy grin on his face. His hair had been professionally tussled that evening, and with his new hologreather jacket, he was confident in his irresistibility.
â€œStart me up a tab, barkeep,â€ Slug said, withdrawing his credit card and inebriation license. With a movement made automatic by constant practice, he placed both cards in the bartenderâ€™s hand while not losing eye-contact with the azure-coifed beauty across the room. No point in wasting time, Slug thought. â€œGimmie a Mai Tai and send one over to that girl with the blue hair.â€
â€œIâ€™m sorry, sir,â€ the bartender said. â€œBut there arenâ€™t enough points on your license for a single Mai Tai, much less two.â€
Slug scowled, and forced himself to look at the bartender. â€œYouâ€™re sure?â€
â€œHow about a gin and tonic?â€
â€œIâ€™m very sorry, but you donâ€™t have enough points for that either.â€
â€œHow many do I have?â€
â€œFor alcohol? None.â€
â€œWhat? How can that be?â€
â€œLetâ€™s seeâ€¦it says here that three days ago you apparently called three ex-girlfriends while under the influence of alcohol, causing a deduction. There was a bar-fight last Thursday that you participated inâ€”no, Iâ€™m sorry, instigated. And then there was your sisterâ€™s weddingâ€”â€
â€œI know what I did at Sheliaâ€™s wedding.â€ At least, Slug knew what they said he did at his sisterâ€™s wedding. It was all sort of a blur.
â€œThat poor flower girlâ€¦â€ said the bartender, scanning the report.
â€œForget alcohol,â€ Slug said. â€œHow about some cocaine?â€
â€œNot after your last misadventure with it. I wouldnâ€™t go back to that aquarium anytime soon, either.â€
â€œNope.â€ The bartender cocked an eyebrow. â€œForty poodles? All of them?â€
â€œI donâ€™t want to talk about it.â€ The blue-haired girl was now deep in conversation with a guy sporting leopard-print facial stubble. Slug pinched his nose in frustration. â€œWhat can I get?â€
The bartender placed two pill capsules in front of him. Slug looked at the bartenderâ€™s grin in askance.
â€œDiet pills and ginseng, sir. The finest in the house!â€
Slug weighed his options. It didnâ€™t take very long. â€œIâ€™ll take â€˜em.â€
â€œExcellent, sir. Shall I send some over to the young lady?â€
â€œYou know what? I think Iâ€™ll just take these to go. Think Iâ€™m gonna spend the night in.â€
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