Eastbound from Paris
The setting sun had provided just enough illumination to view the outskirts of Paris, a little bit of open country and a few villages before fading completely. The windows to the outside world now largely reflected the interior light of the still well lit Lounge. The bartender began to lose track of the clientele, though some still held his attention due to either their behavior or their looks. The Express tended to be a bit male dominated, so it was not at all surprising that the two attractive women both had men, and at least one women, clamoring for their attention. Open prostitution was generally frowned upon but not unheard of, but "Imperial Cocktail" didn't seem the type, but "Vodka Martini" had clearly misjudged her.
It was hard to forget "Vodka Martini" as he had stormed out without his drink and now returned expecting another. But the bartender wasn't one to hold personal grudges and VM was hardly the first impulsive customer he had dealt with. A healthy gratuity soothed most wounds, at least for the bartender class. "Thank you Sir!"
They were still over 3 hours from Strasbourg, plenty of time to kill if someone had business there.
The setting sun had provided just enough illumination to view the outskirts of Paris, a little bit of open country and a few villages before fading completely. The windows to the outside world now largely reflected the interior light of the still well lit Lounge. The bartender began to lose track of the clientele, though some still held his attention due to either their behavior or their looks. The Express tended to be a bit male dominated, so it was not at all surprising that the two attractive women both had men, and at least one women, clamoring for their attention. Open prostitution was generally frowned upon but not unheard of, but "Imperial Cocktail" didn't seem the type, but "Vodka Martini" had clearly misjudged her.
It was hard to forget "Vodka Martini" as he had stormed out without his drink and now returned expecting another. But the bartender wasn't one to hold personal grudges and VM was hardly the first impulsive customer he had dealt with. A healthy gratuity soothed most wounds, at least for the bartender class. "Thank you Sir!"
They were still over 3 hours from Strasbourg, plenty of time to kill if someone had business there.
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