Ray smirks at the fact that he hasn't flown with this "cat" before and today's patrol had proven to be a good bond. Despite his loud and obnoxious comments. Over all it only matters if that pilot can fly and watch his back. Not like some pilots he has lost in his years as a CrossBone Pilot. Some never learned the values of true honor.
To himself Ray laughs and lets out a grin.
Karen: What's so funny?
Karen and Emma adjust themselves to allow Noland to sit at the table. Karen being closest to Ray and Emma closet to Noland.
Ray: Nah nothing. Just thinking about all the good times.
Karen: Awe. Oh here comes your food!
Ray: Good. Aren't you going to eat anything?
Emma: Really we can't we're not pilots so it'd cost us. Besides we got plenty of food on the Emerald Star.
Ray: Hah. Never been inside that Emerald Star is it nice?
Emma: For the most part. Some areas you just want to avoid.
Ray: Hm
The Waiter with a discontent look on his face sets down the plate and sets the drink down. And pauses.
Ray: What is this?
Waiter: Honestly cannot tell you...
Ray looks at his plate with the majority of it covered with fries and a small piece of beef residing between two slices of bread.
Waiter: Take it up with our previsions director supplies are getting low again we'll need another few shipments soon or it's back to synth paste. It's your call.
Ray: Ah thank you.
Waiter: At least we have enough potatoes....
The waiter walks off and Karen pokes Ray's arm and Ray looks at her trying to keep a grin.
Ray: Ah well. Been doing this for years I have had it worse aha.
Karen: Well when we finally free our home then we can have as much food as we want! We can do anything and be anything we want.
Emma: Yeah that's what we are fighting for right? We can start over and you know turn a new leaf.
Ray: Exactly the point
Ray nods and grins while staring at his food. As he stares he examines the likely hood of seeing the end of this war and the likely hood he will ever have a family of his own. But deep down his desire to fight burns harder for that dream to provide a place for his family to live and grow free from evils. Ray begins to eat the burger. Noland - who wasn't paying attention- now turns and sees food on the table. He grabs at on of the fries and chews on it.
Noland slowly chews on the fries.. He makes a weird distorted face...
Noland: thats terrible... but I can stop chewing it...
Noland washes it down with a long drink. Noland looks at Rays plate..
Noland: Man.. If I were you, I would leave him lint for a tip
Noland laughs... He stares somewhat at the table as he has a flashback of a war, and his time in the infantry. He readjusts himself. Noland puts the third empty bottle on the table.
Noland: At least there are no shortages on liquor.
Ray looks at the beer. Debates in his head whether or not it would be wise to get drunk. Quickly this scene is drawing too much attention and he figures how he would leave without being questioned million times or followed.
Ray: I suppose he does little more than he should but I'm not his CO.
Karen: Alright well Emma and I gotta get back to the Emerald Star. You should get some sleep Ray.
Emma: Yeah I can't drink either some strange policy against civilians drinking on weekdays.
Emma looks at Karen and shrugs. Both of them stand up and Ray adjust his seating.
Ray: Ah I'll sleep when I'm tired night ladies!
Karen: Okey then have a good night boys.
Emma and Karen waves and exits the room, Ray watching as they leave then turns to see Noland downing another beer while 50% is getting on his shirt. Ray facepalms.
[color=#FFCCCC]Samantha silently observed the whole scene while halving the bottle of
whiskey, she was starting to feel tipsy the edges of the world were starting to blur but she didn't seem to
care much.
[color=#FFFFFF]"Since when did this place become such a kinder garden"she mumbled to herself
while lighting up yet another cigarette.
Ray now scans the room for anyone familiar or slightly less obnoxious people to socialize with, upon scanning he spots a woman lighting up a cigarette. It takes him back to a flashback when new mechanics were servicing his fighter. At that time it was 100% oxygen in the hanger bay and one lit a cigarette thus destroying his ship and killing everyone around the Hanger. It was then felt that if the no smoking policy wasn't going to be enforced then polluting the oxygen would be the only response. Thus making it tougher to breathe but at least they could smoke.
Ray finishes his fries and burger and downs the soda. Wipes his mouth and sits back. Noland was going on about something and pestering some of the other pilots and workers.
Ray: Noland....not a good idea....mate.
Noland not listening. Ray gives up and begins zoning out.
[font=Arial Narrow]The Reverend was sitting near a well-illuminated corner, smoking and drinking God-knows-what. His cool sunglasses allowed him to glance at every living presence in the place without making the other one feel observed (At least that's what every fool in sunglasses think).
The table was a mess, some empty bottles rolling, few ashtrays and some books lying around. From time to time he looked back at a book (with a random French title) he was reading, before taking a sip of his God-knows-what bottle and glanced around the place again. He chuckled as he noticed the tense atmosphere in the center of the room. Just another day.
2/3rds of the whiskey bottle were now gone so was any sign of vestibular
coordination. Through the blur of her vision Samantha noticed Noland - the lively fellow who seemed to be
living it large tonight. She then looked at the table where Ray was sitting but he seemed to be locked in his
own world, her eyes got back on Noland after a while.
[color=#FFFFFF]"Well...he seems more like my category" she said to herself
while getting up in not at all graceful manner and knocking the chair back. Samantha started making her
way to where Nolan was located having some trouble keeping a straight line.
Hello there hotshot, seems like your "company left"...tough luck eh?" Name's Marquez by
the way, care to buy me a drink?
Noland readjusted his uniform after just preforming a bar trick with some nice, not very ideal when drunk. But Noland had a no hangover policy. three...four....nine... a day, will keep the hangover away. Noland yelled at the waiter.
Noland: Bring this woman a drink!
Noland tried to make small talk, but his eyes were fixated on a object that kept drawing his attention, ontop of a mans head. Noland unattentionally blurted out...
Noland: Is that a foil hat?!?!
Samantha seemed a bit confused...
Noland: No. No. No. Not you love.
Noland pointed to a man across the room who appeared to be wearing a tin foil hat. The man looked like a reverend, but hardly dressed appropriately. Noland could not focus.. He was starting to become mad.
Noland: one second... I am going to go pick a fight..
Noland approached the man...
Noland: Will you take that damn bloody tin foil hat off!!!!
Amanda entered the bar, She hated bars, and that area in sirus, but she had to come... urgent matters.
Amanda sat down on a chair, close to the bartender, she ordered tea. Lemon tea. she took the tea and set near an empty table, waiting for someone.
Collin entered the bar, he was a fresh recruit Amanda managed to get into the Crossbones Foundation lines after assult on a barge, he was one of the few that left willingly just before her assult on it. Collin sat down looked at Amanda, she was quite handsome, and always carried her 2 pistols with her. She was known to have pashion of using them. Collin saw how a man came, sat near Amanda. She laughed and smiled, not a thing that quite often can be seen on Amanda.
Amanda aimed her pistol at the man forhead, he was stupid.
Collin went to catch his place and sit by Amanda. Amanda waved her head, giving Collin the sign to bust off. Collin was smart enough to get the message.
Amanda looked at the room, Most of the women that matched her beauty were whores, or dauthers of maltese dons. she had her right pistol ready to shot, she had very little patience for annoying men... and women. she ordered a bottle of wisky, and started to drink, sitting alone near a table, looking at the room filled with the people from different nations. Amanda Smiled.
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