( photograph ) [ Right now this is the Blue Light. Maybe not so theatrical and obviously CGI'ed, but you get the picture. Floating patrons, amber ale and colorful cocktails suspended in mid-air, patrons swimming-- spinning in the air like spacemen in the galley of a rocket ship.
Amory's a little more stable than the rest, floating a few inches off the ground as he mixes together a Tom Collins. The only way this is getting done is with a hand over the top of the cup to keep the drink from leaking out. A bottle of Gin and Seltzer water float handily next to him. Even then, the drink is probably not mixing right, each component like oil on top of water (air, in this case). Thankfully, no one seems to care in the midst of this curse-- or they order other things.]I thought a flight in a Vomet Comet would be as close to zero gravity I'd get.
[ He's clearly talking to himself, the bar patrons too engaged in catching their floating drinks to bother him. ]That was fun,
this is better.
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