Noa was now rather confused due to the new scene. The place got crowded in a couple of minutes and he didn't expect any words coming from the depressed Graham.
" No, we didn't won the war, yet. I'm here because someone whos I doubt I'd mention told me to come " He inmediatelly noticed the sarcasm and fired his words with a better tone.
" I'm not used to drink ....such substances" He continues. "The bartender refused to serve me the burning peach tea for some reason"
" I do feel like I'm about to be raped in this room, or is this a kind of iniciation test that I must pass as a newcomer? "He asks for himself"
Now, adressing to Graham again, who look impatient to leave the conversation aside:
"Talking about newcomers...Do you like her jacket? " Looks at Nicole . "She looks so naff...no wonder she got demoted"
Jefferson apparently didnt want to answer the actual question, but rather distracted to mock whoever that woman at the bar was. Turning his head around he saw Brennan at the bar in some leather jacket wich saw its best days long ago.
Why Jefferson judged people for their clothes though was beyond him. If you think so Captain. This time he didn't try to hide his bad mood, not like anyone cared anyways.
Taking another shot of whisky while finishing his ale he looked around who else arrived but no one really drew his attention.
So back to the whisky.
Victor handed Graham his glass ''There you go sir'' he said, he noted that Jefferson was empty as well ''Oh, sorry captain, did you want one?'' he asked as he saw out two others enter the bar.
All fine captain, I'm just getting in a good mood. Actually he began to feel a bit warm. Time to get some more of this whisky to get things rolling, maybe this was going to be an interesting evening after all.
He walked over to the bar, much more energetic than at the time of his arrival, asking the bartender to just pass him the bottle they started with.
Back at the table he poured himself a double one, downing the glass in one gulp and filling it up again.
Slowly he was feeling how the stress of the day fell off of him. Now gentlemen if you excuse me I'll see what else the bartender has to offer. Taking his glass along with him to the bar he sat down near to Brennan and two young lieutenants who boastet with their allegedly outstanding piloting.
''I do not deem to comment on my superior's apperance captain'' Victor said to Jefferson, taking a sip of his Wiskey ''The commander looks well, as always. Unless you have an observation to make sir?''
The door hissed open, revealing three army officers dressed in combat clothing, minus armour and weapons. One approached the bar, the insignia on his shoulders denoting him a Brigadier. The other two held Lieutenant and Major ranks respectively. They moved to an alcove towards the back, where it was quieter.
Brian, Whiskey and two beers please. We'll be in the back ol' chap.
Gotcha, be 5 Brigadier?
Very well
He moved to sit with the two army officers, pulling out some papers and placing them in front of the two officers. They wasn't trying to go unnoticed, but they spoke a little lower, attempting to keep the conversation between themselves as best they could. Five minutes later, and the short pot-bellied man with the receding hairline (the barkeep) would deposit the drinks on their table, moving back to the bar to clean some glasses.
Arthur had been lost in deep thought, and all of a sudden the whole fleet was in the room.
*sips tea* "Woah, I dozed off for a second there. Well, 'ello chaps!" he said, dazed. *scratches head* "Where was I?"
Jefferson shows respect for the newcoming man in the place. He remained silent at the start, but then he rapidly added quite evading Steiner's words:
"At least the bartender's name has been revealed" Now, barely screaming: " More Wiskey for the ol' Jeff'!"
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