Port Twelve

[The.Cop]

Monica couldn't help herself and had to carefully watch him taking the leave to counter. "What is he up to now?" she asked herself and released yet another quiet sigh. Some personal questions came into her mind while her eyes were locked on the satchel where probably Stabiline, she ordered for him, was hidden. "What am I even doing in here..." Her thoughts were focused on events of last two days. After all she hasn't spent her free time in company of another person for a good few weeks. Maybe it had something to do with NEMP explosion which caused her Liberator to explode and probably injured her head or something...

Suddenly Horace was back at the table with her drink and a bottle of rum, her eyes suspected the bottle carefully as he was talking to her. Nothing special, just a rum. She had decided to play with Horace for a while and make him nervous a little bit. "Oh! Thank you for the banana spring!" she nodded and gave him a wink of her left eye. "And thank you for the offer. Is that your personal tactic? To get poor girls and officers drunk,
so shenanigans would happen easier than with sober ones?" Monica asked him with playful tone in her voice and raised her eyebrow while taking a first sip of her drink.