[ frank isn't much of a bartender but he does his best anyway. there's a big brown dog behind the bar but he's almost as quiet as his master - the loudest noise from him is when he lazily flops over and the metal plate on his collar clinks off the grating of the floor. he nods his acknowledgment to charles' words and rather than speaking up, merely places a glass in front of the man and uncaps the bottle he indicated, pouring until he's told to stop. this has become a ritual for him, overflowing the glass of a newbie. he's taken time to perfect his pour too in the low gravity so that the liquor arcs slightly through the air before splashing in neatly. ]
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