She tried to focus on the shot glasses in front of her, but couldn't tell if she was seeing double or if she'd actually done fourteen already. Bette sucked on a lime wedge and sat back in her chair.
Except she was sitting on a bar stool in the newly re-opened Cloud 9 Bar & Grill, and there was nothing to lean back against. She was taking a week of leave, kindly suggested by Capt. Kellison as Bette was obviously overworking herself, and had decided to spend her week off at Cloud City.
It was beautiful all right, but she couldn't afford to stay at the nicest hotel and was somewhere between topside and Port Town in a place that at least had no bugs. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen any bugs in Cloud City at all. Must have been the climate controls or something. No bugs. Huh.
Bette fell over, off her stool and into the people standing behind her.
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