"You can feel it..." the woman offered, her eyes glinting as she grabbed Neil's hand and guided it. The young pilot stared, unable to tear his gaze from the lush, beautiful sight as she gripped the hard rod and began working it over and over to Neil's delight, feeling the grind and the heat of her hands. "Should we be doing this publicly?" He asked breathlessly. 

"Why? You shy?" She asked. 

"I mean, if other people eye the merchandise they might want a go at it." 

"Oh you're the jealous type." The woman replied, giving a throaty chuckle as she let go of Neil's hand. "I'll let you try it a bit yourself then. I like to watch..." 

Neil put both hands on the new AF5 multi-tool and screwed in the last ingot on the practice hull, the weight and the grip were perfect in his callused hands. "GoddAMN this is a nice tool." He exclaimed with vigor, having not used such an impressive tool since Fortus when he worked on his old mech. The female engineer placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. "I knew you'd have an eye for quality, but I didn't know you'd be set on it immediately. It'll cost quite a lot, I won't lie to you." Behind her, sparks flew as another sales engineer displayed their new welder.

Neil bought it anyway. The prices here actually weren't that bad, considering. From the wages they just earned (which ironically were made on an unpaid job), and the backwater location of the Node, expensive around here was simply moderate to most other places Neil was used to. This new multi-tool would speed up repairs exponentially. Deftly he flipped it and stuck it within his tool belt, stepping out of the workshop to find a good drink. 

He stepped into the Hammered Cock, a name he couldn't ignore, seeing a hardy bar manned by robust man with a prosthetic robotic arm and an impressive red beard. He joked and laughed with the patrons. Around the bar, men and women from all across the galaxy caroused and openly groped, giggling and laughing while other men simply swooped the women up and took them to back rooms. Neil might have partaken but Quetzalli was still fresh in his memory, even after all of the hard travel. He guessed he needed time, maybe. 

Grabbing a heavy ale in a to-go cup, he drank greedily and stepped out into the artificial street, nimble hands lifting off a passing man's holo-disk they won't be needing anymore apparently, giving it a once-over look before sticking it in his pack. When his eyes drifted upwards he saw Junebug saluting him, and he lifted his bottle too. "Aint made out yet, but the night's young!" He called, half joking, and he took another swig. 
[@Penny]