Rising Horizons, Pt 1

The penthouse bar was filled with unbridled celebrations later that cycle. It was finally the weekend, and the city’s various denizens needed to finally cut loose after a long week of work. The bar itself sat in the very middle of the place, where a number of bartenders made drink after drink all through the night.

Surrounding the edges of the penthouse were numerous tables, some high, some low. They were all pushed up against the large bay windows that surrounded all four sides of the bar itself. Everyone had a clear view of Manhattan, from all angles, in one of the highest buildings in the city.

The noise from each of their conversations combined with the too-loud music filled the entire room. Patrons leaned towards each other and talked enthusiastically about their lives, their careers, that awesome new ‘Cast, the state of the Federation, everything. All while they drank the night away.