Drunken Sailor

[Reeves]

Before he could answer her about what they'd be drinking, Darcy was back at their table. Wearing a polite smile, the same one as before. She had a tray, expertly balanced on just one hand, on top of it was a full sized bottle and two glasses for them to use. There was also a smaller container full of ice next to it, just in case they wanted to add any to their drinks. She placed the tray on the table for them, popped the bottle open as if she'd done this for years and then poured a serving for both of them. She slid one glass over to Morreti and nodded at him. "For the Commander." And soon after doing this she handed Belle her glass next. "For the Commander's date." Then finally she would leave them with the bottle at the center of the table.

Just before she could walk away from the table, Morreti handed her a credit chip, which caused her to pause and accept it before leaving. The fact he was courteous to the staff here was probably why he was given preferential treatment, that and of course the tips helped. The bottle they were left with seemed to be a top shelf brand of scotch, brewed in the year 798. Once Darcy was gone, he decided to answer that question he'd been asked. "I don't address her by anything most of the time. If I absolutely need to then I just use her name. She wears a nice face over a rigid and uptight interior, part of what the academy does. Figure she was an officer from the get-go, doesn't look like a cadet that rose through the ranks and had to get her nails dirty. Feels like there's this part of her that believes she's better than me and the people I represent." While not the sort of man for drinking, he did decide to try and just roll with it since the drinks were already here. It turned out to be quite the burn, but it was somehow smooth enough to manage.

"It's the case with most officers. They have this mindset that the people they serve are sometimes beneath them. That civilians are bothersome and don't understand the reality of things. But we're not the ones who made a living off of blind disobedience." That was quite the simplification of the military profession, but it also wasn't wrong in most cases. Serving people who couldn't do something themselves often resulted in a sense of superiority.