Whatever she was doing for several days, the only thought in Trix's mind was a rest. Whilist The Core personel at Alabama were transfering the remains from her battlecruiser's cargo bay, she felt a bit tired. Once she heard about the Mad Mako, she considered it as a perfect place to take some relaxing time.
It was... Surprisengly unfitting for the name of it. A rather calm and beaty music mixed with lots of exotic intertainers were creating a smoothe relaxing atmosphere.
- Well... Ain't that beautiful.
With her elegant walk, she headed towards the counter, spectating a lot of the Core personnel. She saw how Luke walked to the company of Jessica and Ruby and it was rather interesting to spectate how Scarlett was figurally piercing a hole in Shaw's glass with her eyes. On the other side, there was a man standing lonely at the counter, probably waiting for bartender. However, making some new friends wasn't included in Tricia's to-do list for today. Once she saw a bartender, she walked at him and adressed him:
- Hey. What's on menu today?
He silently gave her a pad with a list of drinks and snaks. It was surprisengly a big pool of choses, but one interesting cocktail called ".44" brought her attention. Blue Curacao mixed up with red wine. It was something that she could use right now.
- One ."44", please.
She left a pad on a counter and sat on a bar chair, still looking around and getting wandered by an atmosphere of the bar. Some people were really weird, the others - on a medium level, and some managed to keep their mind yet. Probably they weren't drinking that often. However, getting drunk for Trix seemed to be an unachievable goal, thanks to her genes. But yet again, taking a look at the bar, she was quite impressed. No loud noices, no fast flashes, only the relaxing music, slow dancers' moves and silent companies. Once she heard a glass touching a counter, she turned around and saw a gobler full of violet substance. She briefely watched at it. A shell of Blue Curacao and the insides mixed with Red Wine were creating a violet cloud, leaving some blue thraces of the liqueur. When she found ut the consistance of the drink in a glass, she smiled back at the bartender, took the drink and turned around once again. Taking a look at the gall once more, she decided to take a shot. A sweet taste of citrus and wine filled her mouth, spreading the warm feeling through her body. She took a glass out from her mouth, still feeling comfy after a such burst of sweet taste. She also noticed that she consumed almost a half of the entire drink.
- How... Interesting...
- Isn't it ironic?
- Hmh?
The bartender's voice brought her back from her wanderland of sweet taste, focusing her attention on reality.
- Oh. The cocktail. Well... It's pretty tasty.. Sweety...
- ".44" is a codename of APM Antimatter Cannon. The most powerful one across the entire Sirius. The cocktail that you ordered is an alcoholic analogy of it. Well, maybe not the strongest thing that you could possibly see on regular menu, but if you order some more, I'm afraid I'll have to ask the barkeeper to accompany you to your appartment.
- Oh, don't worry about me. I never get drunk. Biological peculiarity. Anyway...
She consumes the rest of a drink and places a glass back on a counter.
- Thanks for a tip.
Even if she ran out of drinks, she still was sitting in the bar, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere and music.
