Since the war between Liberty and Rheinland began, the visits on Freeport were rather short and not of longer durations. To prevent any dangerous events in the bar, the access for military personal has been denied by the bar owners. Guests who still like to visit the bar there on the station are mostly freighter or transport captains on their way to pass through.
The bar looks simple, not that much of expensive stuff around, since it's known there are still brawls going on in the bar, sometimes. Though, the view on the sun from the windows plus the overview over the tradelanes make the place worth to visit, even if only to watch the sights to gain new power.
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At a rather calm day for her, the Bundschuh Christina Falkner entered the bar of the Freeport. She was looking a bit excited, possibly waiting for somebody. She sat down on a table in a corner with a view on the sun and smiles to herself. It had been a while since she last had that kind of meeting with another person. Inpatiently, she looked at the entrance, waiting...
Quietly and almost nonexistently like a ghost, a man walked into the bar. The man looked like a typical Merc just passing by, none would have been the wiser to tell who he truly was. There was a tag sewn onto his chest plate, name of Adolf Dermen. He set his gear over at a corner and took off his helmet, his hair was dark blonde and shiny, and his eyes seems to give out a warm friendly glow to whoever he looked upon.
Adolf scanned the Outlaying bar, looking specifically for someone. ah.. He spotted her. He slowly walked over to the table where he saw her. His boots made in instinctive squeaky sound as he walked across the steel floor. Adolf looked at Christina Falkner and Smiled.
You know. For a person such as yourself, your not that hard to find. he said with a grin.
The girl smiled as the 'stranger' got closer, watching him interested since he was visible for her. As he then stopped at the table she sat at, she tilted her head a bit, smiling softly.
"Oh...I don't want to hide or something...and..heh, this is a Zoner base after all...nobody should come here to arrest me or something."
She sounded a bit naive, though, seemingly being convinced by what she said. She gestured to the chair on the other side of the table, still smiling softly at him.
"But please...take a seat...or do you want to sit over here, with me?"
Adolf took a seat directly across from Christina at the table. He was close to her, and he could see the details of her Beautiful hair and face, before he knew it Adolf knew was already blushing.
So... do you come here often? You know socialize here.
She smiled at him as he sat down next to her, waving her hand a little.
"Well...if I have some money, I try to have fun a bit...yeah. So I come here from time to time...though, not really often."
Looking around the room for a short amount of time, she then looked back at her 'date', a person who usually shouldn't be on 'meetings' like that. But for some reason she liked it, not really feeling nervous about it.
"I hope you find this place okay for this here..?"
Christina smiled a bit to herself, thinking briefly about the drinks. She then looked at him with a slight smile, not really knowing what she could take though.
"Oh...everything that doesn't make me drunk....at least not so fast..."
She then chuckles a bit to herself, knowing she is usually not used to alcoholic drinks.
Adolf went up to the Bartender and got a nice brandy for himself. And as for Christina he didn't know what to get after some thought he finally made up his mind and got her a glass of red wine. He walked back to the table.
Here you go, I got glass of Red Wine, I don't know if you will like it. It's a light drink, and most certainly not as heavy as this brandy.
He hoped she would enjoy the wine otherwise he would have just wasted his money on a pathetic drink.
Wearing a long, black leathered coat over dark blue jeans and a simple t-shirt with the text "C'est parti." and Sol styled air force glasses Samy walks in. He throws his helmet on the bar and signs the bartender for a drink. While he waits he takes a moment to stare at the sun in the distance and the passing traders, while letting out a sigh.
"Si c'est all what Liberty has to offer, making some money is going to be facilement."
He says chuckling.
"Now, ou est mon drink?" He shouts. "Et none of that Libertonian ship fuel, je veux some proper drink. Wine. Aged."