will sign the contract," said Gavir.
As he drew his signature pictograph on the contract, Sylvie Davery sauntered in. She held a white tube between her painted lips. The end of the tube was glowing and giving off clouds of smoke. Hoppy Davery coughed and Sylvie winked at Gavir. Gavir straightened up, and she took a long look at his seven feet.
"All finished, Blue Boy? Come on, let's go have a drink at Lucifer Grotto."
Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling snapped, "Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars, lady, we'd deport you so fast your tail would burn. And God help the Bluie!"
Sylvie blew a cloud of smoke at Spurling. "You're not on Mars, Jack. You're back in civilization where we do what we damned well please."
Spurling laughed. "I've heard about you Century-Plussers. You're all sick."
"You can't claim any monopoly on mental health. Not with that concentration camp you run on Mars. Coming, Gavir?"
Gavir grinned at Spurling. "The contract, I believe, does not cover my private life."
Hoppy Davery said, "Sylvie, I don't think this is wise."
Sylvie uttered a short, sharp obscenity, linked arms with Gavir, and strolled out.