In Favor of A Social Conscience By Gary Glass Max pulls a glass from the basin and stares out into the Main Room. The Mare Inebrium overflows with activity. Those not seated eye those who are, each one vying for the first open stool that makes itself available. Trixie glides between with practiced grace, taking orders as she lithely slips through the throng. The crowd parts to let Blanche pass through on the other side, a tray full of drinks floating securely on her outstretched arm.
Business is good.
Larrye points and nods. Max hands him the cleaned glass. Larrye stops midstep. Max shakes his head and reaches for another glass. Larrye shrugs and shuffles back to the customer.