that?”
“You loose that
fucking ridiculous mustache."
◊
The Meat and Two
Vege club was contained within levels 24 and 25 of the massive Hedonist ship.
All major parties and events were held here, largely due to its central
location and size. A three hundred meter cube, the club had six different mezzanine
levels, various field maintained dance floors and a huge AG bar that hovered in
the middle. For those without an AG harness who couldn’t reach the main bar,
other smaller bars floated, apparently haphazardly, around the place.
Felix, Logan,
Tarquin and Crystal stood on the lowest level of the club. The main level, as
it was called, was filled with at least a couple of thousand revelers all
dressed in suitably debacherous attire. Logan couldn’t remember seeing this
much leather in one place before.
A band, held in
place by a horizontal field 50 meters above and about the same distance away,
were thrashing out a catchy dance number. The band seemed to be competing for
attention with floating dance cages containing up to 10 people. One of them,
under the guidance of a couple having vigorous sex, knocked over the drummer
during one of its passes. The music temporarily ground to a halt. An
altercation broke out between the drummer and the occupants of the cage which
was quickly broken up by security, escorting the human contents away from the
cage and accompanied by cheering from the crowd. He could see Walter mingling
with a group of passengers near one of the bars.
Tarquin nudged
Logan and motioned for him to look upwards. Five meters directly above them, a
transparent blue dance field was filled with mostly nude bodies providing
rather graphic genitalia displays. The two men grinned at each other.
Crystal and Felix
were engaged in animated conversation. Tarquin looked on with an amused
expression but Logan looked a bit sour.
“What’s your
problem. Jealous?," asked Tarquin.
“Nah. Its just
that we came all this way to help him out and he spends all his time cavorting
with some woman he picked up a couple of hours ago."
“Ah," said
Tarquin, knowingly. “Jealous."
“Alright. Maybe.
Do you want a beer."
“Are your trousers
crusty?”
“I take it that’s
a yes”?
“Sure is baby."
Tarquin was
dressed in his gladiators outfit consisting of his leopard skin g-string and
not much else. Logan had ordered his Coverall to take on a more conservative
appearance of black leather pants and a black singlet with the words “monogamy
is bad for your health." Felix, minus the moustache and fake nose and
Crystal were dressed as the Prince and Princess of hell, wearing matching red
leather outfits and had little red horns attached to their heads. Logan thought
they looked disgustingly cute.
Logan waved to the
bar closest to him. It descended and he ordered 4 beers from the barmaid. A
crowd of spectators had gathered to watch a large gorilla and an 8’ Polar bear
were arm wrestling a few meters away from them. Many of them appeared to be
betting on the outcome. After much toing and froing, the Gorilla succeeded in
besting his opponent to a mixed response of cheering and booing from the
onlookers. The two furry participants were Transplanters. They’d had their
brains surgically implanted into a custom made body. The transplant procedure
was relatively simple and cheap but actually growing another body was quite
expensive, although not prohibitively so. Stories had circulated of people on
drunken benders who had woken up in their friend’s body, deciding whilst under
the influence that Transplanting would be a bit of a hoot.
On the other side
of the bar, an older man waited to be served. Next to him towered his guardian
angel. Guardian angels were the lowest ranked in Angelic society. Outwardly,
guardian angels looked similar to other angels but unlike their more powerful
brethren, were incapable of generating significant strength fields or
navigating ships. The most they could manage were level 2
“You loose that
fucking ridiculous mustache."
◊
The Meat and Two
Vege club was contained within levels 24 and 25 of the massive Hedonist ship.
All major parties and events were held here, largely due to its central
location and size. A three hundred meter cube, the club had six different mezzanine
levels, various field maintained dance floors and a huge AG bar that hovered in
the middle. For those without an AG harness who couldn’t reach the main bar,
other smaller bars floated, apparently haphazardly, around the place.
Felix, Logan,
Tarquin and Crystal stood on the lowest level of the club. The main level, as
it was called, was filled with at least a couple of thousand revelers all
dressed in suitably debacherous attire. Logan couldn’t remember seeing this
much leather in one place before.
A band, held in
place by a horizontal field 50 meters above and about the same distance away,
were thrashing out a catchy dance number. The band seemed to be competing for
attention with floating dance cages containing up to 10 people. One of them,
under the guidance of a couple having vigorous sex, knocked over the drummer
during one of its passes. The music temporarily ground to a halt. An
altercation broke out between the drummer and the occupants of the cage which
was quickly broken up by security, escorting the human contents away from the
cage and accompanied by cheering from the crowd. He could see Walter mingling
with a group of passengers near one of the bars.
Tarquin nudged
Logan and motioned for him to look upwards. Five meters directly above them, a
transparent blue dance field was filled with mostly nude bodies providing
rather graphic genitalia displays. The two men grinned at each other.
Crystal and Felix
were engaged in animated conversation. Tarquin looked on with an amused
expression but Logan looked a bit sour.
“What’s your
problem. Jealous?," asked Tarquin.
“Nah. Its just
that we came all this way to help him out and he spends all his time cavorting
with some woman he picked up a couple of hours ago."
“Ah," said
Tarquin, knowingly. “Jealous."
“Alright. Maybe.
Do you want a beer."
“Are your trousers
crusty?”
“I take it that’s
a yes”?
“Sure is baby."
Tarquin was
dressed in his gladiators outfit consisting of his leopard skin g-string and
not much else. Logan had ordered his Coverall to take on a more conservative
appearance of black leather pants and a black singlet with the words “monogamy
is bad for your health." Felix, minus the moustache and fake nose and
Crystal were dressed as the Prince and Princess of hell, wearing matching red
leather outfits and had little red horns attached to their heads. Logan thought
they looked disgustingly cute.
Logan waved to the
bar closest to him. It descended and he ordered 4 beers from the barmaid. A
crowd of spectators had gathered to watch a large gorilla and an 8’ Polar bear
were arm wrestling a few meters away from them. Many of them appeared to be
betting on the outcome. After much toing and froing, the Gorilla succeeded in
besting his opponent to a mixed response of cheering and booing from the
onlookers. The two furry participants were Transplanters. They’d had their
brains surgically implanted into a custom made body. The transplant procedure
was relatively simple and cheap but actually growing another body was quite
expensive, although not prohibitively so. Stories had circulated of people on
drunken benders who had woken up in their friend’s body, deciding whilst under
the influence that Transplanting would be a bit of a hoot.
On the other side
of the bar, an older man waited to be served. Next to him towered his guardian
angel. Guardian angels were the lowest ranked in Angelic society. Outwardly,
guardian angels looked similar to other angels but unlike their more powerful
brethren, were incapable of generating significant strength fields or
navigating ships. The most they could manage were level 2
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