Mona, probably the youngest employee of the EFL Oil and Machinery walks as usally into the bar, looking which guy she could talk to today. Quiet electronic vibes are coming out of the little boxes mounted in the corners. Other than the other Bars on Briancon, this one isnt full of drinking and yelling Royal Police Officers. Women and Men sitting on their leather seats, wearing expensive suits, dresses, smoking cigars and drinking wine.
Mona, still looking around takes one of the empty seats, pulling her skirt a little bit towards the knees that the others cant see her underwear. As the Waiter appears she orders a red wine and waits for the lucky one talking to her.
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
a men in Royal Navy uniform entered the bar accompanied by an what older man,
the older man nods to the men in Royal Navy uniform to sit down near Mona
Archambault: Bonjour Madame Godelieve
its been a while since I saw you face to face,
oh before I forget this boy here is one of my sons,
Mathieu is Capitaine by the GRN and Margrave of (a not yet know Gallic Core world)
how is your wine? at the same moment the carson arives with a bottle of the finest wine around and 2 glasses
Ah, Bonjour. Oui it is true, we havent met a long time face to face. The wine...could be a little bit sweeter, but well you can't get the best all the time.She looks at the younger man.So, this is one your sons. I hope they all of them look cute as he does.She blinks, the yung man looks away, but his cheeks are blushing.
Again she looks towards Archambault. I must really thank you for giving me this suit at Briancon, the view at Privas is fantastique and the lake in one of the Biodomes is having a parfait water quality. I really enjoy swimming there. She snips with two fingers to call the waiter.S'il vous plait. More Wine.
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
carson, ignore that order, we have a large bottle here of the finest wine says Archambault
Archambault: too much wine already mathieu? you are as red as fresh lobster, Mathieu: its okay, he pours the glass of Mona full with the wine that was already on the table
Archambault raises his glass, a shouts: Vive le Gallia, Vive le EFL, may the crown be mercifull
and then sits down again, and drinks some of his wine
"Nice said, may we drink on that" sounded it with a low voice coming from the entrance.
Good day monsieurs, madame. Is this seat allready taken or is there room for me?
*before a clear answer was given Leon grabs a chair and takes place*
Well hello boss or can i say J.P. here?
J.P. : Relax commandant Alzette, you can call me J.P. in private. Don't make it yourself to comfortable.
Leon: Great, ah and what do we have here. *leon watches how madame Godelieve puts down her glass*
Good day madame, my name is Leon Alzette.
I see you made allready quit a impression on the young Archambault.
*Leon smiles while mathieu is getting red again*
Archambault: Mathieu I think it would be better if you resume duty,
there are many hostile ships to be taken out,
Mathieu: as you wish father, *nods* he grabs his coat and heads towards the docks
one of the administrative employees rolls a car full of papers towards the table of Archambault
Archambault: could you bring that to my office? thank you.
I think the papers are needing some attention, if you wouldn't mind I go to my office
giving some love to the papers,
Mona nods, while Archambault heads towards his office
Mona sighs silently. She notices one of the older Men around the Bar looking at her. Slowly she moves her hand at the end of her Skirt and raises it.
The Man, who was currently taking a nip of his Wine suddenly spirled it out loud, most of it landed on his white Shirt. A deux balles, he shouts. Quickly he looks over to the Seat Mona was sitting, but she already left the Lounge with a Laugh.
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
the doors of the bar slammed open and a group of 6 Navy pilots march in,accompinied by Mathieu and J.p Archambault
Mathieu nods towards the group and they started to take a seat on the large table in the corner, the table was decorated with candlesticks and white silk sheets
Dad you shouldn't have done this for me said Mathieu, Archambault: who said it was for you mathieu, hmm? Mathieu: oh, if it isn't for me for who is it then, Archambault: you will soon find out,
After her normal six Hour Shift Mona arrived back on Briancon with a big Surprise. As she opened the Door to her Apartment she found a big black Box on the Bed. A Letter lying on top of it. Curious she takes it and starts reading...
Quote:
Dear Mona,
The last Time I have seen you was quite interesting, you are interesting. Very interesting. I wish to meet you again. You can take what you will find in the Box, I would be really happy to see you at the Lounge this Evening.
Sincerly Unknown.
Mona folds the Letter and puts it onto her Shelf, the nicely written Message made her blush. Carefully she opens the Box and finds a red Dress inside it. Mona giggles and holds it up. Quickly she gets out of her closes, the white Overall's Zipper moves down her Body. She slips out of it and opens up her Bra. With a Smile on her face she gets into the Dress, it fits her perfectly.
Looking at the Clock Mona notices that she is already too late. Quickly she puts on a bit of Make Up, brushes her Hair and puts a Collar around her Neck. Almost running in her Highheels she heads towards the Lounge. The Music is getting louder until Mona arrives the Lounge, as she enters it she already sees Archambault sitting together with his Son on a Table...
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
As Mona entered the lounge, noticed Archambault that mathieu starts to blush again
Archambault: well there, please sit down mona,
you know my son here right? Mathieu: Dad, please, *starts to blush even more*
ah, dinner is served.
3 people brought each a large silver platter with a silver shelf on it,
as they lifted the shelfs a note was on Mona's platter.
Archambault nods to mona and looks at the direction of Mathieu.
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