Snapshot 04: Rung - Bar

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Rung liked to visit Swerve's bar pretty often.

A careful witness would realize it wasn't the drinks that called him. He usually asked for tall mixed drinks, the sort that tended to swirl colorfully more than kick. He'd stir the engex slowly, looking at it intently, paying careful attention to the colors and the bubbles, but only to have something to do with his eyes.

Truth be told, what Rung liked was the noise. Simply the murmur of people gathered in one place. Everyone talked about different things, arguing and sometimes even singing happily, overcharged or maybe sad.

If he paid enough attention to the slowly moving colors, the voices became background sound, speakers and words erased until only the low hub-bub of a crowd remained.

It sounded exactly like so many other places. So many other times.