Galen slowly entered the bar, hands in pocket and took a quick glance at the booths and bar. He saw Commander Malrone, his new insignia glinting in the somewhat dim light of the bar, along with Captain Patterson, both conversing on the couch. The arriving officer gave them a quick nod, swiped his hand across his brown, ruffled hair and strode over to an empty seat on the bar.
"Excuse me. Do you have anything besides the usual...drinks?" Galen asked as he looked behind the bartender, hoping to see something new.
The bartender looked at Galen as if he asked to fly a Liberty Dreadnought into the sun.
"Uhh.." he replied, then saw the Vice Admiral's insignia.
"Sure.. I have something different... let me see."
Galen scratched his head and began typing on the datapad until the bartender returned with a drink that to the Vice Admiral, looked the same as everyone else.
"Thanks." the officer replied and took a sip.
"Tastes the same as the other drinks I had at this place before..." he thought. Galen continued to type and look back behind the bar into nothing.
