Free SUED FOR PEACE (The Kurtherian Gambit Book 11) by Michael Anderle

want to make this happen!” Bobcat raised his beer and William and Marcus smiled and raised theirs to meet his.

    “Men and women…” Bobcat had continued before he was interrupted.

    “And aliens!” Marcus jumped in.

    “And aliens, you are right, will one day want to make the trek to the first, the best, and the most famous bar ever.   So, we need to make sure we design something fan-fucking-tastic.” Bobcat finished.

    “Here, here!” Marcus agreed, “I think we need to understand the basics of what men want and make sure we decide how to deliver.   Isn’t that what business is about?”

    “Yes,” William agreed, “But when you boil down the essence of what men want, it’s fucking, fighting and food.”   He stopped for a second, “And our type of women probably want that also.”

    “I,” Marcus started before stopping and considered what William just said, “Rather succinct.   You might want to add acclaim.”

    “If they come to All Guns Blazing and survive, there is the acclaim right there.” Bobcat declared.

    Marcus asked, “Wonder if we can get some guys to be willing to fight?”

    “There is beer here, of course we can get guys to fight.”   Bobcat answered, “Hell, sprinkle a few interested ladies and we won’t be able to stop it.”

    “Shit, wish John would be willing to put in a show every once in awhile,” William mused.

    “Or Ecaterina,” Marcus added.

    “Ooohhh, that’s priceless.   Men who get their ass kicked by a beautiful girl.” Bobcat thought out loud, “Having a girl kick a guy’s ass would bring in the ladies for damned sure. Then we could have it happen at random times.   I’m sure we can get a few friends from the Wechselbalg who would be willing to come over for free booze.”

    “Or free heads to break, they do tend to be a little more hot-headed than the vamps.”   William put in.

    “So, that’s the fighting,” Marcus put up one finger. “Now we just have food and fornicating to go,” he said as he put up his second and third finger.

    “Well, we need to find the best damned dirty spoon cook who has always wanted to be in outer space and has a trained crew.” Bobcat said.

    Marcus was confused, “Why a trained crew?   Is it important he already has people?”

    William answered, “Yes, we need to know he understands how to train a crew to cook as good as him.   We want consistency and the ability to keep it going for decades.”

    “Centuries,” Bobcat corrected. “I’m thinking long-term here.”

    “Ok, centuries,” Marcus allowed, “I do not think we want to create a whorehouse, though.”

    “Of course not,” Bobcat agreed, “But, if you create a place where people meet to have a good time, good food and meetings with the opposite sex you create a place that allows for a chance at sex.”

    “So, why don’t we have three parts to the bar?” Marcus asked. “One is the fighting area that is a little off by itself; one is the food and bar area that views the fighting and one area that is more … something else.” He finished, flipping his hands up in resignation.

    “Something else,” William said.   “How about we have a special by-invitation-only area?” He pulled his arm off of the chair to place both elbows on the table. “Something like friends of the bar?”   He continued, getting into the thought himself. “We highlight our friends and those who we think deserve special treatment?”  

    “Hell yes!” Bobcat agreed, “People who went in All Guns Blazing!”  

    “Which kind?” Marcus asked, confused. “We talked about real guns, laser guns, body parts before.   So, we highlight those who have done something militarily or sexually?”

    “No,” William pointed to Marcus, “My man, you just hit it!”   He stood up and started walking down the table then back again.   “Anybody who does something over the top,” He turned to Marcus, “like figures out how to use the gravitic drives in a