Malrone gets startled by the Commodore's entrance, almost spilling his drink. Then he remembered...he'd finished off the last of it just moments ago. This is about the time he'd be walking out the bar - A little fuzzy but not quite "sloshed". However, the Commodore was busy tugging his jacket towards the Vice Admiral.
Hey, uh...C-Commodore, m-----mind not getting the uh new bars greasy?
The Commodore didn't pay any attention to Jack. He turned to Jimmy and they both had the same look of fear in their eyes. Jack hated surprises - Surprises had always been a bad thing for him in the time he spent in the service.
Heeeyyy, Gal---Vice Admiral. Errr, umm...
Anderson swings around on his chair, still focusing on his datapad and starts looking up at the Commander. Jack coughs and his eyes dart around the room as he straightens out his jacket when the Commodore releases her grip from it. He gets a bewildered look and slowly turns his head to the Commodore.
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