Meallan sighed and thought that this woman couldn't take a hint, was thick in the head regarding matters of the heart or was just plain burning any kind of advance.
"Alright.. So we'll send some more in."
He called for the waiter to bring some more whisky bottles.
"There's nothing a good drink and some conversation.."
Meallan looked at his glass and proceeded to ingest the contents of his glass.
"So, Commander, what's up? Why this sudden.. drinking mood?"
"Work. I needed some time to relax, that's why I came here."
Cristina looked a bit depressed and finished another glass of JD. Something must have come into her mind that made her thinking.
"Well, I think I slowly get what you are up to, Señor Dagon. But I have to tell you a story first..."
She grabbed an old picture out of her pocket and showed it to Meallan, two persons could be seen on it.
"That's me when I was eigtheen years old, the other person on it was my first love. I loved him so much and he did love me as well, at least that's what I was thinking..."
She suddenly stopped to talk, it seemed she was not really happy to talk about it.
"One day I found out that he betrayed me, I was hurt...I killed him."
She took the picture away and stored it again in her pocket and smirked.
He slowly creased over to her and catched her hand under the table. With a slow movement he whispered on her ear.
"Than i shall, Cristina."
Meallan let his breath linger on her ear, and the urge to nibble it was gradually becoming stronger.
"I will stay at your side, forever."
He smiled and grabbed the whisky bottle. He poured some more in his glass and both of him smilling, cheered, both eyes meeting and oozing with seduction.
"Hmmmm.. Let's get out of here, Commander? I'll bring the bottle."
Meallan gulped the whisky, and waited for the response.
Mason walked past a young woman, before entering the bar, a smile spread across his face; she was obviously too plastered to know who he was. The place looked exactly the same as his last visit, a little over a year ago now. He took a seat by himself in the corner, havng brought a flask, full of a special mix he had made at home.
It wasn't really a social visit, just a Mason knew he could be left alone. No one would bother him about anything he didn't want to talk about. He took a small sip from the flask, lazily eyeing the bar's occupants.
Anders stepped into the bar with a slight caution. While still at the door, he surveyed the room, looking over everyone there. He blinked twice as he noticed the man in the corner with only a flask and himself. he muttered to himself,"No way. Mason, in the flesh." He limped on his left leg over to Mason, and raised an eyebrow. "Now you weren't the person I was expecting to see. Last time I saw you, you were handing in your resignation from the Task Force. And now you're here. Guess the wind blows a lot of people here."
With that, he sat down on the opposite side that Mason sat on.
Mason glanced up to see a young man sitting on the opposite side of the table from him. He chuckled to himself, the man in front of him barely more than a kid; one that Mason didn't really think belonged her. Despite his youth, Anders was dangerous and Mason knew it, having found him out when they were in the Task Force together. Mason had seen the kid had potential and did his best to bring it out in him, and now he was here, ironic really.
'I'm just here on a 'social' visit, now really for an extended stay. I just needed a place where everyone didn't look at me funny. My Guardian's in the Hangar and I actually do plan to take it back where it's supposed to be. I'm being rude though, how ya been, kid?'
Mason tried to sound as casual as possible, placing his flask on the table in front of him.
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