Saturday, 20th APR, 1725, 2075
Pugger's. It's like the whole idea behind a name like that is you can't say it without smiling, or maybe think something vaguely sexual, but whatever it's charm, it seems to be lost on Hopeless and Error. It's a railroad style building, much longer than it is wide, with tables near the front and booths in the back, AROs everywhere depicting an over-sexualized vaguely goblinized metatype dressed up like a pig in some short crinoline skirt. In VR "Pugger" descends on the pair and invites them to seat themselves, before launching into the daily specials. It looks like they've got about another half hour to take advantage of the ¥5 pitchers and half-priced appetizers. She recommends the soy wings covered in something called >>Pugger's Sauce<<. A few of the bigger tables are taken up by groups of young humans, all with solid jaw lines and shiny datajacks, who seem a little curious about Error's presence and the bag he's carrying. There are a couple arcade portals on the east wall, and some miniature basketball hoops which are being used by a trio of young ladies sporting Alpha Nu tank-tops and good quality pleather sandals.
Whichever direction the two turn, Pugger's ARO is just in front of them, leading them to whichever table they choose, a curly tail peeking out and lifting up her skirt. All the tables and booths have interactive menus, so the two guess they'll be doing their ordering once they pick a table. Error figures they have at least a half hour until Cyrus drops off Doc's -- now his -- Americar and bugs off back to Ork-ville. Error and Hopeless grab seats, make their orders, and when the door dings next they turn to see Breeze and Bookworm making their way inside.
