Wanting to stay away from the fracas, Nichole found her way to the bar. Initially, she had gone there to get a drink in response to Yuri's "girly" comment. Noticing the fray, she just stood and watched as she leaned up against the bar.
She came to persue Commissar Katz but as she stood watching, she thought to herself, "How lucky can a girl be? All these men in one place providing entertainment!" Still, she stood and waited, watching Alvin.
She waited on her drin order as she planned to show up Yuri in front of his peers!
After been...given is place... by the captain, yuri came back at the bar with a wonderfull blue eye and a nose bleeding, he search for his Tsunami boost... Ah no, I throwed it... Thinking about that...
"Sorry again comrad commisar-commander, you understand, the melee... I paid you the next drinks, as your last one fly through the place..."
He watched at Nichole and said : "I buy you the next drinks too, for the offence. And you too comrad Lieutenant Stenka, it's my tour to the fighter squadron!"
"I will be very happy to put music but the melee is pursuiving so...Not that I'm scared but i'm not prepared to encounter an other marine..."
Nichole just stood where she was, just smiling in total satisfaction at Yuri. Quietly, she was touched that he would buy the next drinks as a peace offering but she thought to herself, "Boy, you're not getting off that easily."
She then said over her shoulder to the bartender, "I want you to pour me a shot of the meanest, nastiest and toughest stuff you have back there." She then turned back to Yuri. With her devilish smile and eye contact on Yuri, she said to the bartender, "And make a double, Hun!"
Never breaking her look, she just said to him, "Girly eh?" and she cocked an eyebrow.
The double was poured and sitting next to her. Again, never breaking her smiling stare, she reached over, grabbed the first shot and pounded it. Almost immediately, she placed the empty glass down, took the second and repeated. She never flinched. She then walked up to Yuri and tickled him under the chin with her finger, "Not many "Girlys" will do that now will they, Toots!" She kept walking to her chair by Alvin where she sat, slightly turned to him with her leg crossed, totally satisfied with herself.
The bartender just picked up the glasses whispering "Damn" under his breath.
"Damn" Katz whispered... "that was glass cleaner... the drink..." he held up the bottle in his hand... "I hadn't poured yet..." he coughed. "I know Zoners can drink, but that is really hard core!"
The fight continued to rage, and Katz happily poured another set of rounds. Searching through his pockets he recovered his cigarette pack and lit another. Thankful that the Coalition had recently pioneered the cure to lung cancer, because he chain smoked like a chimney.
"Yuri... look out..." he gestured as a pair of marines, swinging wildly came roaring through.
Yuri sighed with a kind of nervous laugh and asked :
"Can I take your bottle comrad commisar-commander?"
After that his superior allow him, he brook the bottle on the bar and kept the sherd, going on the marines howling :
"Ready for you emos!"
After injuring 2 marines, he being desarmed and severly hitted by 2 others, he was throwed out of the bar by them. Some people says that some medics was already outside for the first guy who lived the bar with the help of the other... Sure that was yuri...
Alexi sat back into his booth, again sipping on his drink. So much work, and so little time he thought idly, glancing at the stack of folders on the table in front of him.
The first was labelled "Operation RAMPART". Alexi opened it up and started reviewing the notes within. -Seven targets eliminated. Good.
-Pirate activity when patrols are active, negligible. Good good.
-Pirate activity when patrols inactive, moderate to high. Not so good.
Alexi started making a couple notes, but was distracted by the entrance of a Rheinlander. Hmm...a surprising sight, but a good one nonetheless. Alexi got up and walked over the the lost looking pilot. As he approached with a smile, Alexi noticed the pilot was from the LWB freighter recently seen in the system.
"Guten tag Comrade", Alexi said as he extended his hand toward the pilot. "It is a pleasure to welcome you to Kalashnikov's." Alexi shook the pilot's hand, then gestured toward the bar where Katz was pouring what looked like blue glass cleaner into shot glasses. "The reputation of the place precedes you I see, but don't fear it. This place is a good one."
Alexi watched as Yuri and the Zoner both drank down the cleaner, and grinned as he saw Katz's surprised reaction. Strolling up to the bar, Alexi introduced himself. "I am Alexi Karchov, CO of the Fighter Corps. Allow me to buy you a drink. Katz, pour us a drink...and make sure it's not a cleanser or soap would you? Something for me and ..."
Alexi stopped and looked at the pilot, realizing that he'd not caught the young man's name. "Forgive me comrade, I didn't catch your name."
Lieutenant Commander Lanakov was on his way to the bar, when he spotted an exhausted-looking individual being nearly carried off by two guards, right outside of the entrance.
Brushing his uniform, he approached the odd assembly.
Recognizing Aliabiev, he stepped forward.
" Leave him, comrades, I can take care of it. Return to your positions."
While the men left, he took a closer look at Yuri's face.
" Bloody hell, you look like sh*t. Not like it would original."
Waiting for an answer that didn't come, he continued :
"Look, Yuri, you should quit drinking like that. It won't do you any good...Hey, you listening ?"
The other nodded.
"Right. Then go and clean Toilet Block C. Katz's favorites, so watch where you put your face, hmm ?"
He slammed the door opened with a grin on his face.
(06-14-2019, 12:25 PM)Sombra Hookier Wrote: If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.
Katz obliged the Admiral, mixing a couple of Air Gunners
6 oz. Vodka
2 Oz. Lemon juice
2 tbsp Sugar
a couple of drops of blue Curacao
He made sure to choose the AKDOVODKA (the very best that the Coalition had to offer). Salvaging a couple of surviving glasses that had been saved from the short lived bar fight.
Smiling as he slid them across the bar.
"Oi, you louts!" he called, slamming a shot glass down on the bar.
"We have an Admiral here, newly minted and shiny!" he smirked as he produced a bottle of something green noxious and definately dangerous from teh secret stash under the bar.
"For the Commandant of the Fighter Corps!' he poured the first shot.
"For the men and women of the Fighter Corps that serve the Commandant of the Fighter Corps!"
he poured the second.
"For the lovers of the men and women of the Fighter Corps that serve the Commandant of the Fighter Corps!"
he poured a third, waggling his eye brows.
"For the Insurgent line of starfighters about to be retired for service, the mistresses of the men and women of the Fighter Corps that serve the Commandant of the Fighter Corps!"
He poured the last drink.
"Commandant-Admiral Karchov," he gestured to the line of shots. "If you would be so kind. I promise that this wont be gentle, nor kind going down."
After the fight had ended, Nichole retired to her quarters that had recently been assigned to her. Having been hired by some Zoners to oversee a project in Omega 52, she made it her new home, at least for the time being. She hadn't yet unpacked or settled in. With the clean-up in the bar going on, she found this a good opportunity to do just that and freshen up a bit.
She dressed for the evening, ready for a nice dinner. Lucky for her, she handled her liquor well so she was feeling just fine. The problem was, in her new surroundings, she really didn't know where the best places to eat were. Sometimes, bar food just wasn't enough. She fixed her hair, put on some fresh eye liner, slipped into something more comfortable, grabbed her purse and headed for Kalashnikov's.
Things seemed to be more settled and for that matter, so was she. Still, she satisfied her love of rock music at the jukebox on her way to her table. Cutting Loose. She grabbed glass of Gallic Wine on her way.
She noticed Commissar Katz, still pouring his drinks in celebration so the song seemed to fit. She stood over the table as many of the officers looked at her, "So, where can a girl find a good place to eat around here." She looked around with a smile, "...and a good escort?"
As Ben walked into Kalashnikov's, wearing a new Black Coalition Uniform, he wore his spectecles which has been with him since his days of LRF, his eyes gazing around, attempting to locate a familiar face in the crowd...his hands were clasped behind his back as he moved through the people, deftly dodging colliding with them as he made his way towards whom he assumed was the Bartender...
As he walked he kept a low profile by relex of working in hostile enviroments...It would take some time for him to adjust to this place enough to drop his guard even slightly...
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