Atuu had only heard about JunkFort Station in passing, while on trade runs and the various horrid dives that dotted the station. This in fact was one of them; The Blue Milk Bathhouse & Cantina was a den of dens. Blasters openly displayed mixed with the occasional working girl, stacked on top of cheap booze so poorly made it could make your eyes eyes go blind. This was The Blue Milk, and apparently also sold the best deep fried gorg this side of the rim.
Looking over his shoulder at young Rezyl, forgetting he in fact was taller than him and needing to adjust his gaze from chest to head "Well, I don't know about you but I'm starving and I heard they also make bluemilkshakes..." Mentally preparing himself for literally anything he could imagine, Atuu felt beyond out of his zone in this den but hunger trumps instinct and he could smell the deep fryer from the auto-door he was standing in.
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