The "Ambrosia" - Colonial Bar on Sabah Shipyard

[Wolfs Ghost]

Aeyrn had smirked to herself as she slowly walked away from the bar. Having found herself an empty table, she took a seat and made herself comfortable, leaning back in the chair and crossing her legs once more. A few minutes went by before she leaned forwards, resting her chin against the palm of her hand - elbow propped up on the table. Her eyes rested on Frost as he went about trying to keep cool. His reaction had clearly amused her. "Have fun with lefty and righty." Langley called out as Frost made his way towards the exit, though... she doubted he even heard her.

It wasn't long until her gaze fixed itself upon the Warrant Officer who was sitting alone at another table. "What the hell are you doing?" Langley said aloud, to no one in particular, as she kept her eyes focused on the man. Mercer, was his name, and she had flown with him only once. Though he didn't seem to be a competent man while off-duty, as he stumbled around and got back to drinking whatever he could get his hands on.

Langley merely smirked as she watched the young Warrant Officer trying various drinks, and began to wonder how much he actually had. However, her attention was shifted elsewhere as one of the bar's attendants approached her table, carrying a glass of mead in her hand, "On the house." The woman said, grinning as she sat down another glass of mead on the table before Aeyrn.

"Thank you." Aeyrn replied softly, sliding her free hand down towards the glass and pulling it up to take a sip.

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