GenerationalSavant

Year 2264, Planet Earth, Sin Gulch, Evening Nally stumbled out of the bar, laughing about the celing fans. Only someone as drunk as her could possibly find amusement in celing fans, so of course, she is surrounded by a mass of all the other drunkards from the bar, who all find the fans just as tummy tickling. The entire group tries to make its way down the no-longer busy street, past the parked spacecraft and the trash cans that were, every once in a while, the target for a projectile attack of the vomiting sort from one of the unruly mass. Usually, though, the sidewalk was the much more convient place. Nally grins goofily, and stumbles al