Sunbucks Cafe

[NebulaCloud]

She slid her empty mug to the edge of the table with her fingertips when the waitress approached with a fresh pot of coffee. "No me vengas con chorradas. You and I both know the money ain't THAT good," she replied. The smirk tugged one corner of her mouth upwards again as she looked at him sideways. "I dunno. I've wanted to be a cop for years now - on orbital patrol, not just a CP planetside. The war, believe it or not, doesn't affect us onworld as mich as you might think. Security's so tight you can't hardly use the head without someone askin' questions." She watched as the steaming hot java refilled her cup. "So aside from all the coffee you can drink, I guess I'm like you. Thought I could make a difference and all that."

She glanced around at some of the fatter, more slovenly officers sitting throughout the cafe, pursing her lips tightly before looking back at T-Bone's refreshingly unspoiled physique. "Makes us quite the pair of crusaders, huh?" she remarked, lifting her coffee mug in a mock toast. She wondered how real the danger was of either her or her fellow recruit ending up like so many of the veterans in here - overweight, apathetic, an embarrassment. She sincerely hoped that some of the heaviest were at least confined to a desk - she didn't think many of them could handle being on their feet for more than a few paces at a time, to say nothing of a ground patrol, or the g-forces one was subjected to inside a cockpit. And she figured her disgust was probably apparent.

She took another sip and savored the sensation, trying to refocus her attention. Barely even a couple weeks on the job and already she was letting it erode her spirits. At least this T-Bone seemed promising enough. She breathed in the aroma of her coffee and sighed. "Ay, this stuff is amazing," she muttered, as much to herself as to her company. "Nothin' like the sh*t back home..."