The door hissed, sliding open. Two guards filed in, standing either side of the doorway in full dress uniform, with Fleet Admiral Michelle O'Brian stepping in. Beside her was a short, pot bellied man in an apron of sorts. He was aged, hair line receding. They made their way to the "flap" on the bar, a small section that would lift open to allow entrance. The man stepped behind, instantly washing his hands. As he did so, Michelle spoke
Brian, thank you for stepping in to do this. I needed someone I trust here. You fit the bill perfectly.
No problem Michelle. I needed a job anyways. It looks pretty damn nice in here too. Luxury for the best right?
He chuckles before grabbing her a beer. Opening it and passing it to her, he moves over to write up the prices on the blackboard behind the bar, nodding towards the flap for the Lieutenant. He smiles, glad to be helping in some way.
//please note gents, the Bartender is open for you to use as you order drinks. You need him for information or other things, PM me.
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