Drinks at Dixie's

[DarkTails]

"I absolutely love the little mascots of theirs. Besides, you know I would get drinks for you. Then again, knowing you, you'd insist on not letting me." Nicole would take a drink from the ale. Of course the Admiral could afford to have the scars of her days as a field operative for their Intelligence division hidden, just as much as she could afford a state of the art replacement arm after losing her right one during assignment. Perfectly concealed by synth-flesh, it was difficult to tell. Many assumed her actions such as rubbing her arm, her subtle but sudden jerks and often clenching and opening her fist were just her idle expressions. In reality they were actions indicating phantom limb syndrome. Even now, she was closing, clinching, and opening her right fist as her left hand held her mug.

She would smile at her toast to cheap booze, raising her glass. "Liberty's finest, and definitively the sectors cheapest." She would take a healthy drink and set the mug down. She definitely was used to better, foreign drinks but they were more often than not hard liquor instead of light beers and ales. Even so, she was incredibly busy and hadn't the time to be drunk often, even less often did a friend invite her out as the Navy tends to not be the best of friends with most people. It was moments like this that made Nicole feel human, feel normal.

"I know what you seek, but what brought you back to Liberty?" She wanted to enjoy some conversation before having to get on to business, trying to maintain a lighter atmosphere. Perhaps time has made her slightly more confident in her ability to socialize, or maybe this was her trying to practice. Either way she was making an effort to not simply provide her friend with what she needed but actually be a friend, something she failed to do when reached out to before.