".. recruiting, I hope, will be able to pass through it. Without the organization's support, I don't think I will be able to break into the Primary," said a big, muscled man.
He is very drunk, which is the reason he is babbling. Usually, even Primary is quite controlled.
"You seemed strong enough; you have a good chance to get accepted," I replied, and he smiled, taking another sip of his drink.
I am in the Tavern preferred by the Primary. Every night, I visit a place wearing a different persona, striking up conversations with people I will unlikely to meet in the future.
There is some beauty to these fleeting connections.
"I should be. It will make my family's and my life much easier," he said. I didn't say anything other than smile before taking another bite of my food.
Since I couldn't cook, I came out to eat.
I didn't look or scan the places for the food. No, I just enter whatever strikes my fancy. Sometimes, I luck out, and sometimes, I do not.
