Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

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Sitting alone in a small corner of the pub, a certain man was reading his datapad. People in the pub didn't pay much attention to the man as he looked like that of a freelancer. Blue Jeans, Brown Leather Jacker, Gray Sweater, and he seemed to be wearing a leather boots mostly to blend in the mix of people that usually come to the "Gate".

The datapad read

Howdy Commander. Didn't expect to be hearing from you again.

I'll be there, not a problem. Just make sure you get that core patched up first, hun, wouldn't want that thing going nuclear on base. Could get a little messy.

If it's worth anything, I remembered your ship. Douglas, ain't it? I think I might've served on it for a while there. Feels like a mighty long time ago now. Aw, well. Plenty more to talk about at the Drunkard.

Ciao.

He began to construct a message pertaining that he had already arrived. The reply read,

Hello there again Miss Hartman,

Served on the Douglas? Well, this is really interesting. Suffice to say, I have already arrived and await your arrival. And please keep things a wee-bit quiet, okay? I don't want any complications regarding my job and position in a certain organization.

And tell me, ah, is there something you wish to eat and/or drink? Well, I am feeling a bit hungry. Hehe, well, don't keep me waiting.

Yours truly,
Freelancer in shorts

Satisfied with the message, he stood up and ordered a bottle of wine from the bartender. Oddly enough, the bartender asks, [font=Verdana][color=#33FFFF]"Eh, not the usual people order that."

The freelancer replies, "Well lets just say I'm the exception, Eh?" He discreetly hands the bartender a "large" tip.

"Well thank ye, good sir. Will it be Classic or Exotic?", to which the freelancer replies, "Exotic?? I've never heard of exotic wine... Ah well. I'll try the exotic one."

"Excellent choice!" The bartender walks out of the bar and into a backroom. He comes out with a old-looking bottle with a name called "Chardonnay".

"Ah! Perfect, I thought you were planning on 'poisoning' me."
"No no no! Mister, I kept this one for those exceptional people. Enjoy!"

And with that, the freelancer smiles at the bartender and graciously thanks him for the bottle. He motions for two glasses and carefully goes back to his table.

"This should be interesting...", taking off the cork and pouring one for himself. Swirling the glass he quietly announces, "Noblesse Oblige"

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