Day 1 – 9 o’clock on a Saturday

Morin tapped the computer screen gently, and waited patiently for this system to boot. He shouldn’t have let junior staff close up this morning, they always forgot not to shutdown the computers. The pink light produced by screen was just enough to let Morin assess the work that his new employee had done that morning.

No glasses left on the bar? Check.

Chairs placed on their tables? Check.

He walked around the floor a bit.

Floor mopped? Check.

Computer left on? Damn.

Morin glanced back at the computer. Still going. He didn’t mind too much, it gave him a chance to take in the view and have a drink before the bar would open without feeling guilty.

A simple button press kick started the blinds opening, slowly revealing a large gas planet, it threw a blue light into the room. It had taken Morin a lot to secure this particular part of the station, the light created as the namesake for the main bar area, The Blue Room. He stopped and stared at the mass outside, for years now he’d ran the bar and every morning Gisanus astounded him. A hulking blue mass of gas that made him feel dwarfed. Passers from anywhere in the Sol system would often comment that it reminded them of Neptune a gas planet that had once existed in the system his people had come from. It had been mined and mined for centuries, along with the other giants in the system.

He sighed.

Humanity had gone to great lengths to tear their own system apart before spreading throughout their part of the galaxy. The wars had been great and many, but evidently humanity was forced to concede to the laws of much larger entities.

The idea of losing Gisanus horrified Morin, it was of course being mined. Somewhere would always have to be mined, but at least no more than 0.23% of a planet’s mass was allowed to be mined, for risk of disrupting the local gravitational wells too much. Or at least that’s what a drunken Ibrean miner had told him several months ago. The miner, it turned out, was very much against the restrictions that had been placed on mining industries.

A beep echoed from behind the bar.

“Oh finally.”

He walked over and stared at the screen, finally the computer that ran most of the bar had finally booted. Immediately messages started piling in.

Most of the orders that he’d placed the morning before were now on route. That was good.

A curse escaped his lips.

Orders from Earth were going to be delayed. That was inconvenient. A few days earlier a large liner had stopped unexpectedly by, something about a plasma storm causing their antimatter engines to flux out of phase. Honestly, Morin hadn’t been paying too much attention to the ship’s crew as they spent 3 days on the station drinking anything they could get their hands on. Well, the cheap stuff at least.

A good stout was what he needed, definitely a stout. No harm drinking the cheap stuff anyone, wouldn’t affect his bottom line by much at all.

Morin froze as he placed his hand on a stein to fill. He glanced at his inventory again. Right. They drank the beer, he’d maybe get another day or two out of what stock he had. Two and a half thousand light years. At least a month before he’d get more stock of his ‘Earth beers’, they’re cheap at least but a lot of people seem to insist on drinking stuff from the original source. The mark up that he added more than made up for the inconvenience of it all, Morin himself could never really tell the difference.

“That’s cause you’ve never been to the home world, nothing like a classic Aussie beer” the drunks would mumble at him when he told them.

Morin would always just nod at them at let them carry on paying far too much for the cheap drinks.

He wondered. What time would it be on Earth right now. Maybe he could call in some favours to get himself pushed up the priority list a little bit. He knew there were some new ships capable of travelling the distance in just a couple of weeks, but it would cost him.

Might just be worth it, he thought.

Morin tapped the screen again, bringing up the times on various planets.

“It’s 9 o’clock on a Saturday”

He looked at station time and sighed, the morning shift would end soon. His regular crowd would soon arrive.