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FFM - July 24, 2013 - StarCraft: Matt's Prize"Matt, m'boy—" Jimmy Raynor clapped a hand upon Matt Horner's shoulder. "—if you don't start having a few drinks, I'm goin' to start thinkin' you'd rather be back on the Hyperion instead of having fun with us."
Matt sighed. It made him uptight to see his friends, crew, and even his leader drinking, carousing, and generally letting their guard down in a criminal-infested saloon in Deadman's Port. A man had to watch his back in a place like this.
Jimmy grinned slowly. "Fun. You remember what that is, right, Matt?"
"Sorry, sir. It's just—this is a dangerous place." Matt shifted his gaze from one side (taking in the rowdy card tables), to the other (blushing faintly at the nearly-naked dancers on the stage).
"It's more dangerous for Mengsk, and that makes it as safe as we're going to get." Jimmy pressed a glass into his captain's hand. "Have a drink. Find a girl. Relax. It'll do ya good."
Sighing, Matt took a sip, testing the drink. Scotty Bolger's No. 8, of course. Comin