"Its root beet, not alchohol. I want a,clear head right now. I was hoping for a joke to helo eleviate the feeling of almost dying again." He sighs snd leaves the counter to a quiet booth, where he gets soup and sits there watching th me insanity of the Honolulu.
<the massive Iwo jima passed by the ship,you couldn't see it but a shuttle departed her as well jimmy was aboard five minutes later he was on the Honolulu herself,the jima now cruising silently to the fore of her.
"wow,nice place" surveying the room he walked over to the bar he had a shirt on that had the jimas battlecrest and name on it with the marines logo and he had some Grey fatigues on "gimme a wisky,barkeep" he sat waiting for his drink glancing around the room
Bob Evans walks into the bar, he takes a large puff from the cigarette in his mouth, and snubs it out into a nearby ashtray. His eyes jump immediately to Allison and her sister he walks over to her, and orders a water.
Evans gets his drink and sips from it, deciding upon an answer
"Slow at best, thought I would pop in here to see my favorite TF7 officer. Have been spending alot of time improving my abilities in a Guardian, can't say they are considerably better."
Ally orders another shot of vodka
"Really? How can I be your favorite, there must be hundreds of other people better then me!"
She throws back the shot
" And everything is the usual around here. These guys are boring as hell, sis is mad at me again. Although, for a different reason this time. And I'm sitting here trying to enjoy myself, although that's easier now that you're here."
"You do me too much honor. Hey, that stuff doesn't look too bad."
Evans orders a shot for himself, and throws it back as well
"Well, you will see that the choice of you as my favorite comes naturally, I don't think many have the ability to runs such a lovely bar and look stunning all at the same time."