The "Ambrosia" - Colonial Bar on Sabah Shipyard

[Sarawr!?]

Chamberlain stopped in the doorway, taking a long look around the bar, noticing a couple dozen other pilots, all in different corners, absorbed in their own little worlds. She was glad that everyone finally had a place where they could cut loose and burn off steam, seeing everyone so happy she couldn't help but smile, even if the crowd was ridiculous.

After deciding she didn't want to just stand around anymore, she finally unzipped her dark blue flightsuit, allowing the top half to fall to her waist, revealing a black tank-top with a red version of the Colonial Seal emblazoned on the chest as she headed to the bar and took a seat, waving the barman over with a subtle hand motion and a slightly bewildered look on her face.

"Hey...yeah, can I get a Council Cognac...and a Hessian Cider, please? Just leave the bottles, and a pair of glasses...I intend to mix them, Thanks."

She offered a weak smile to the barman, drowning out the sounds of celebration around her as her thoughts wandered elsewhere.

Where the hell is Mercer? He was so eager for drinks, did I really beat him here?

She sighed softly, wrapping her fingers against the counter as she waited for the barman to bring her what she'd asked for.

---

[LN] Recruitment | Rachel Baker Bio