Return to Carlo after the Gloryhole

"Damn son?! The fuck were you doing in there."

"Getting my dick sucked, the hell you think?" I dap up Carlo after, and the bartender smiles and shakes his head.

"The wall banging made me think you were having a heart attack."

"Brother did you see the fine piece of ass that walked in?"

"Nah,whole point of the gloryhole is that it stays anonymous. But considering how you're looking? Must have been good. And more importantly, it got what I needed. Got some more ladies lined up for later, which means I'll actually be able to get some fucking money in here."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Did you get what I need?"

"Lucky for you, I did. There's a train-ship taking people off planet. You get on that, you're solid."

"And how do I do that?"

Carlo smiles and slides me a ticket. That has the name "Smith Joe," on it. And a really bad picture of what I think is supposed to be me. I raise my brow at him and Carlo just shrugs.

"Trust me."