~Sophie's Canaria Cafe~

[Nichole.Schmidt]

After finally catching up on some sleep after several days of hard work, the former model left her Canaria condo to Sophie's for a night out before she was to leave on her trip the next day.



It was a busy place with Zoners, transport drivers, a few Corsairs and a couple of military officers amongst the many. Anyone who she caught staring she just shot a smile at them and winked.

"What can I get you, Miss?" asked the bartender.
"Vodka sour, please, Sir," she answered with a beaming smile.
As he mixed her drink, he quietly chatted with her, "So what brings a pretty young lady such as yourself into a place full of riff raff like this?"
Sitting on her bar stool, she just leaned forward a bit, "Sweetie, there is riff raff in every bar in Sirius. I imagine the same of Gallia as well."

The bartender was twisting the lime as he listened. He noticed a very slight accent that only a trained ear would catch. "Rheinlander?" he asked her softly.
Again she smile, "Hamburg." She then inquired, "I'm surprised you have never heard of me."
He placed the drink before her, "I'm sorry, Miss, but I'm afraid not. You would be surprised sometimes how some things don't get out her from the houses. Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's not."
"Fair enough," she answered, taking a sip of the drink, "Hm...very good."
The bartender just smiled his thanks.

After tending to a few more customers, some of which took notice and got winked at, the bartender returned to her, "Do be careful, Miss, some of these folks here have no morals at all and aren't much more than vagrants in a uniform."
"I'll keep that in mind," she replied with a wink. As she sat, she gave a devious smirk. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a framed picture and handed it to the bartender.

"Something for you to keep for yourself," she again smiled, "it was taken on Planet Los Angelas."



At the top it was signed, "XOXO....Nichole"

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