Simon turned and gave the lieutenant a long, hard look of appraisal. Apparently content with what he saw, he nodded and remarked, "Good show, there."
He appeared to ponder for a moment, then placed his order as though the man before him were one of his father's staff, "I think a brandy is in order at this time, there's a good fellow." He then stood back, expectantly.
The door hissed, sliding open. Two guards filed in, standing either side of the doorway in full dress uniform, with Fleet Admiral Michelle O'Brian stepping in. Beside her was a short, pot bellied man in an apron of sorts. He was aged, hair line receding. They made their way to the "flap" on the bar, a small section that would lift open to allow entrance. The man stepped behind, instantly washing his hands. As he did so, Michelle spoke
Brian, thank you for stepping in to do this. I needed someone I trust here. You fit the bill perfectly.
No problem Michelle. I needed a job anyways. It looks pretty damn nice in here too. Luxury for the best right?
He chuckles before grabbing her a beer. Opening it and passing it to her, he moves over to write up the prices on the blackboard behind the bar, nodding towards the flap for the Lieutenant. He smiles, glad to be helping in some way.
//please note gents, the Bartender is open for you to use as you order drinks. You need him for information or other things, PM me.
After delivering the papers to Admiral Reaser, Charlotte returned to the Lounge to watch the game. Lieutenant Peterson didn't know but Charlotte was a big football fan. She was adamant about not missing the final.
The door slid back and Charlotte tried to compose herself as soon as she saw the Fleet Admiral talking to some dodgy looking bloke who had access to all of the drinks. "Ma'am." She nodded and quickly walked past them teasing the Lieutenant by winking at him as she sat down in the large black leather seats. The screen was two metres wide and it was the best screen Charlotte had ever seen. "Lieutenant, mind fetching me a Whiskey?" She smiled at him. She leant back and enjoyed the game.
As the Admiral and her party entered, Simon transferred his attention from James to the new arrivals. He came halfway to attention before remembering they were supposed to be off-duty here. Nodding smartly, he waited until the bartender had taken up his position behind the counter before re-iterating his order.
Turning to the Lieutenant, he took another look at him, as though seeing him for the first time, extended his hand and said, "I say, Lieutenant, I thought you were part of the help. Please, accept my sincerest apologies," then, turning back to the bartender, "Get the lad...what was it you were drinking again?"
"Right away, sir" James said to the Lt.Commander. In he rushed, hoping to get better treatment than the kind he recieved from Captain Brooks.
As soon as he returned, He saw the Admiral. In the area. With the new bartender.
"At last! Salvation!" he thought. He considered going back.
Captain Brooks entered.
"Oh no! Not her again!" James thought. She winked at him. "Not gonna change anything. probably teasing me......." He thought. Still, with a slick smile, he got her the whiskey.
The Lieutenant Commander called. He kind of apologised . "Sure, that man is fine. And at last, I can get drunk. its not as if I am on duty."
"Oh, it is fine sir. as you will know, you werent the first to mistake me."He said, stealthily pointing to Brooks.
"Barkeeper, would you kindly send over a martini, dry, olives, half of gin, quarter of whiskey, and some special stuff here?"
Michelle watched Brooks enter, eyeing her as she moved across the room. She grabbed two, cold, beers from her friend before standing
Thank you Brian. If you could excuse me...
Michelle made her way across the lounge, sitting in the black seat next to Charlotte. She crossed her legs, putting her arms wide across the back of the chair
I hope you don't mind Captain. I brought you a beer also. Tell me, it's been a while since I watched a game. Who's playing, and who's currently winning the local league. I hope the Tottenham Hotshots are still doing well?
Charlotte wondered what the Fleet Admiral was up to as she sat down next to her. She was slightly worried about her sexuality as she spread her arms across the chair. Charlotte was definitely not a lesbian, she knew that for sure. She just hoped the Fleet Admiral wasn't either. She pondered on the awkwardness of the whole idea, a Fleet Admiral and a Captain... "Uh well..." She was lost for words. She took the beer and swigged some down. It tasted awful, she forgot she hated beer but managed not to empty her bowel onto the Fleet Admiral who was quite clearly up to something. "Currently, New London United are playing the bloody Cambridge Wanderers.." She sighs "We aren't playing very well." Charlotte continued "Tottenham?" She laughs. "Ma'am they're at the bottom of the table..." Charlotte sighed as Cambridge scored another.
Admiral George Richard Hall quietly entered the lounge. He was wearing a commoner's suit and a shady hat, hoping not to be recognized. He hated casually chatting with both his subordinates and superiors. He preferred to keep all matter formal and himself distanced and dignified. He hastily passed by the conversing officers, hiding his face.
George didn't care at all about who was lesbian and who was not. All he cared about now was who had the best tea.
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