Crests Of Waves

[Scare]

25th January, 827 A.S.

Part 1 - "It could be worse, I could be alone"

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"What can I do for ya?"
"Well I guess you don't have much to offer...", Reyes said sighing while sitting down, emotionless looking at the bartender.
"Excuse me?"
"Surprise me..."
"Whatever you want." He filled his glass and let it slide across the bar.
Reyes started to wonder while holding the drink into the light: "What....is that?!", he asked the barman while looking at the questionable liquid. "Have you never seen Liberty Ale?"
He took a sip "Pooh-Ugh..." trying to swallow it somehow: "That is never Liberty Ale! That's disgusting!"
The bartender began to laugh and turned away...
"Hey Al'. Everything's alright?" Sanders and Lennox joined him.
"As far as it can be...what's with Marisa?"
"She's coming later, there seems to be a problem with the airlock or something..." Lennox said.
"I thought YOU are the chief engineer there?" Sanders was wondering. "Well, I am but she said I can go already." "Generous as always..."

"However, why did you want us to come here?"
"What day do we have?"
"Saturday, why asking?"
"I mean which date..."
"Uhmm... 25th of Jan-ohh..."
"What're you talking about?"
"It's Zara's birthday." Mason whispered to Gregor.
"You don't have to whisper it..."
"Sorry Al'."
"And stop apoligizing."
"I'm sorry."

"Here we had our first date..."
"On California Minor...?"
"Ye it's weird, isn't it? But I thought the snow has something romantic, you know?...And it had how it seems..."
A moment of silence crossed the almost empty bar.
"Did you ever have a date in the mean time?"
"Of course not... I had no reason for that anyway."
"You should start dating then, Alex. It has been more than what? 20 years now? And you for sure won't become any younger as well."
"Greg, just don't..."
"No, no he's right...but I don't feel like there could be someone like her again..", taking a sip from his drink "Bweh—ahh s***! Barman, give me something drinkable!"
"3 Whisky please.."
"He meant 3 bottles.", the bartender and the other two looked at him with big eyes.
"...what? Why are you starin' at me like that?" "Wellllll... you are paying. Here you are."
"Let's go to the table over there."
They walked to the other table and sat down.

"Sooo..theeen... “ *slight coughs* “...don't look out for someone like her. Start looking for something new."
"Or what's with Marisa? She's still hella attractive for her age."
"I don't think that would work, especially because we tried already.."
"But that's like, what? 25 years ago? I think you both changed a lot. And by the way, she used every minute she had to help you with your children, those whole 25 years, if not even more... I don't think she would have done that if she didn't have some few feelings for you."
"Or she's just a very good friend like you are..."
"I can actually just agree to Mason. Say, I mean you two probably did but, did you two ever talk about that comprehensively?"
"No, we didn't..."
"What?! The whole time, like about 2 f****** DECADES, you didn't even speak to her for once?!"
"I guess if she wanted to talk she would have told me."
"No she wouldn't. I think she's just still embarrassed 'bout the whole thing. You sho--" "Hey guys.” Marisa enters the room. “Sorry I'm late. The airlock didn't close anymore."
"Hey Marisa."
"Hey there."
"There you are. We've been waiting for you the whole time." "Ye - haha - very funny..., d***head"
Sanders whispering to Reyes while pouring in the Whisky: "We are not done yet, Alex!"
Marisa sat down as well: "So, what were you talking about?"
"About how good Sanders knows the women..."
"Oh no, what have you done again...?"
"Ohhh, shut up Lenny!"
"Don't call me Lenny, Sandy!"
"I suggest it's enough of that."
"Agreed."
"Anyway, who's missing?"
"Melissa and Laureen...now that you mention it, we may not have enough Whisky..."
Marisa was looking down on the 3 bottles and then staring at Gregor.
"Why's everyone staring at me?!"
She looks over to Reyes and Lennox.
"Do I really have to ask?..."
"It's better we just change the topic..."
Sanders stands up and walks over to the bar again.
"4 more please."
The bartender leans to the side and looks over to the other 3 who seem obviously ashamed of Sanders.
"I think you have a drinking problem..." Lennox said as Sanders sat down.
"Oh come on, I'm drinking once a da....week." *coughs*
"Of course you do..."
Ryker joins the table.
"Ryker! What are you doing here! I thought you were on vacation in Kusari."
"Ho, I couldn't leave my brother "alone" this day!"
Alex stood up to hug his brother.
"...and to be honest, my flight was canceled."
"Why so?"
"From what I heard, increased pirate activity... but what do I know."
"Isn't that usual for, well, any time?"
"Ye, can't understand as well but can't change it anyway. So, what are we up to?"
Both sit down again.
"Well I suggest drinking!"
Ryker looks at the 7 bottles in sum as well.
"...well then we gotta start finally!"
Mason, Marisa and Alex began to laugh.
Later the 2 ladies arrived and stood until 3 AM in the morning, when they left with Lennox and the highly drunk Greg.

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