Wish You Were Beer.

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A tall and slender man with a rugged face walked into the pub. His Bretonian Armed Forces ensign uniform felt out of place for him. His messy and unkept facial hair, begging for a proper shave, which he obviously missed in his first days as an ensign, spoke nothing of a true an dedicated BAF pilot and his demeanor was a bit nervous due to his awareness of that fact. Nonetheless, ensign Thomas Murphy had promised to the captain that they will have a drink and disappointing was not something he wished to do. His gaze quickly drifted across the place looking for his companion. Thomas had been here before, perhaps an year or two ago, and in his memory this place had not changed much, it was a good place to get drunk as any in Beckenham.

He quickly spotted the miss, after all in a place like this the bright red Bretonian uniform stuck out like a sore thumb. Being late he did not want to make her wait any longer and quickly made his way to her table. Thomas forced a nervous smile and hastily spat out the apology that he had though of on his way there. "Apologies for making you wait, captain. The admiralty refused to let me go before I gave them a detailed report of what happened in Omega-3." With that said and hopefully his transgression of making a lady wait excused he slid into his seat across from the captain.

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Republic of the Sword and Sun