(Sorry for not posting computer is down and still not up...
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Mr. Lixor gave a whistle as his slig pulls him up and walks him to the door.
He looks at the oak door open as they step into the boiler room, also called the room where no-lifes would come and get high. The metal stairs spiraled down to some more metal, this time on the floor.
Three muds, an outlaw, and a couple of clakkers lied on the floor, coughing and laughing at the same time. Lixor didn't care what they did while their high, as long as they paid. He wobbled over to the other side of the bland and black room and got his valet to open the door.
The dining area was a huge contrast, showing vibrant colors that lit up the town. A bunch of legal regulars stood and ordered, as Lixor watched the moolah pop into the register.