Tristan found out that the Hub was the place to be to meet people - everyone, not already rooming in a cabin with their master or mistress, was here. There was plenty of light in the commons area, with glass windows lining the walls. Tristan shook his head at the ploy - see, but don’t touch - like it was an asset’s fault someone wanted to sleep alone? It was crazy to think those who worked here weren’t allowed to go out without being accompanied. After walking to the bar, he asked for an orange juice - a little too early to start drinking. Sure, it was a vacation, but he didn’t want to slack off too much and have to get back in to shape - much better to simply maintain.
He headed over to the couches, sitting down and taking a sip of the juice. He felt something off, however, and after a few moment’s deliberation, figured out what it was. He should have seen that it wasn’t pulpy, but to be honest, his eyes were wondering around the room, looking at the people here, not examining his orange juice for pulp. Tristan noticed someone watching him and presumed that he’d been making some funny faces. ‘I’m partial to high pulp; this just threw me off. I’m Tristan, nice to meet you.’
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