Hugh Hamilton
"Well" Hugh said to no one in particular "I could play solitare"
But he decided against that immediately and instead went to listen to music. Unfortunately he didn't have any music on hand so he decided to switch on the radio. The radio countered by spurting out contemporary rubbish into his ears so he quickly switched it off. He slumped into a chair behind the desk and rearranged useless bits of paper. After about two and a half unstimulating minutes, he decided to venture into the nightlife outside. He bumped into the door frame on his way out and lost conciousness. He woke up some time later and was pleased to discover that it was actually night time. On his way to the heart of the city, he picked up a factory fresh can of 5% lemon juice with 95% sugary and bubbly water under the catchy name of Solo™. He clung to the chilled can in anticipation as he wandered through the strange maze like streets. Outrageous neon signs lit him up like a lantern while creatures of the night wandered past in a drugged or drunken stuper. He avoided as many brothels as he could but despereate prostitutes seemed to find him at every turn and latch onto him frighteningly, seeking refuge in his clean cut appearance. He searched everywhere for a restaurant.
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