There's suddenly a guy in the room. Just a guy, no crazy alien tentacles or blue skin; white t-shirt, flight pants, heavy shoes. The silhouette of dog tags around his neck.
He blinks, spins on his heel, spends a minute looking at the other side of the room and spins back. He lacks all subtlety and almost all grace. On his face he wears confusion, alarm, and just a dash of indignation.
"What in the hell — guys. When was somebody gonna tell me we had the bar from The Love Boat on-board?" he hollers, scanning the room for familiar faces. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? "Hello, I'm Isaac Washington, and I'll be Your Bartender for tonight."
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There's suddenly a guy in the room. Just a guy, no crazy alien tentacles or blue skin; white t-shirt, flight pants, heavy shoes. The silhouette of dog tags around his neck.
He blinks, spins on his heel, spends a minute looking at the other side of the room and spins back. He lacks all subtlety and almost all grace. On his face he wears confusion, alarm, and just a dash of indignation.
"What in the hell — guys. When was somebody gonna tell me we had the bar from The Love Boat on-board?" he hollers, scanning the room for familiar faces. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? "Hello, I'm Isaac Washington, and I'll be Your Bartender for tonight."