*Ivana waited for a break in their conversation before she brought out a sliced Watermelon from under the counter. She looked at the Janitor and then back at Voss.*
"This is is very juicy... And tasty. Care to try some?"
*She winks at Voss, then proceeds to serve slices of melon onto little plates and slide them across the counter at her patrons.*
Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)
Adrian Morton was disappointed. Very disappointed.
"Jeeze"he muttered to himself while taking his sunglasses off and placing them infront of him on the bar"Reynard could have tried a little bit harder."
He sighed slightly and looked around the room, rubbing his chin, complete as it was with fashionable stubble and manly jaw-line.
'This place needs livening up'he thought to himself as he turned to the barmaid, Ivana.
"Hey Ivana"he flashed a charming grin momentarily"A few things are gunna have to change around here. First, Voss is gunna stop drinking that panzy Firewater, get him a Houston Blueshine, and don't skimp on the anti-freeze. Second, we need music, people dancing on the tables and we also need this to be slightly less of a damned sausage-fest. Call up Megan."
*Ivana spun round to look Morton in the eyes. Her emerald green eyes shimmering in the bar lights.*
"Barmaid?... Why... Bah. Get your own bloody drink!"
*She threw the Watermelon and slapped Morton across the face as hard as she could before storming out of the bar. Items being thrown across a back room and smashing could be heard very clearly.*
Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)
Voss looked over his shoulder to see Star Captain Adrian Morton. He wasn't great with putting names and voices together, especially ones he didn't see often.
"ADRIAN!.. Morton. Where the frak have you been? Have a seat." Voss gestured, turning his head towards the free seat to his left.
"Oh.. and try the melons.. I dunno where the Legion got a shipment of fresh melons from, but I haven't eaten real food in ages, let alone fruit."
Adrian laughed, watching Ivana storming out the bar."Sorry Voss, couldn't resist that one... She's totally into me y'know. Just can't help but pull the wind-p card sometimes though."
He lit a cigarette and sat back in the seat Voss indicated.
"Just a little complex sometimes... Anyways, if she's not behind the bar, who's pouring the booze? And where's Megan? Not seen her in a while..."
He reached for a slice of melon.
"Y'know Alan keeps getting hold of proper food... Should probably ask him if he wants to send something interesting our way... Maybe he'll give us a taste of Jasmine Greenson as well, if she ever hauls her pretty ass off the Integrity."
John enters the bar looked around and went straight to the bar. Sat alone at one of their seats at the bar and lit a cigarette. He looked at ones at the tables and said to the bartender: I want a whisky
"Good question, Adrian.. I have no idea, to be perfectly honest with you. Proper food would be a nice change, for once... and who's Jasmine?" Voss asked, taking another sip of his Firewater.
It was nice to be able to come here and relax for once, instead of getting his ass shot up, he had to admit...
Tharog walks in with a headset on his neck. He looks around, than raises his hand.
"Can somebody help me? I've gone through ma supply o' ale. Whoever's job it is. Gimme a bottle, thank ye in advance. Oh an' remember lads listen tae Hell FM!"
He sat down next to John. He lit a cigar and blew out a perfect smoke ring.
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