The sound of starship engines shook the bar for moment, sending several people in the bar outside to witness the comotion. The rumbling had gone as quick as it had come, "Sounds like another hot-shot..." Bastalek mumbled to himself as the bartender fetched him a Ruby Bleils. It was amazing that the bar was able maintain business after all the trouble it had seen over just a few years.
Bringing the steel cup to his lips Bastalek took a swig of his drink. Once the red liquid hit his throat his faced tightened up for a moment. Bastalek then smiled and said, "They've still got the strongest drinks on the planet. Bartender, fetch me a bottle of this stuff!"
Hate Is My Anti-Drug