Windmill Bar

Hendrik rubbed his hands together, keeping his mind off the dry tickle in his throat. Crystal glasses sparkled beneath opal chandeliers. The marble interior impressed Hendrik and Pieter as they strolled into the bar alone.

Only one robot was serving at the bar. If it wasn't for the silicone skin on their faces and white armour moulded into their body frame – they could pass off as human. The bartender had a softer build than the robot they encountered in the boardroom.

"What can I get for you?" the robot asked. The electronic voice showed no sign of gender, but there was a sense of refinement. "There is no charge for this service."

"What have you got on the tap?" Hendrik asked.

The robot turned its head, removed a veil showcasing their beers. "We have Guinness, Amstel, Budweiser, Newcastle Brown and Hook Norton."

"One of each please!"

"What about you, Pieter?"

"I'll have five shots of the finest whiskey you've got."