Nicole couldn't get over the demotion, she wanted Wildcat's head on a pike. Idiot, telling her to cease fire while under fire? That moron probably never saw combat, he probably was some rich prick that got his rank with money and not dedication. Nicole's brother hadn't spoken to her and neither had her family, her home planet of Leeds was overrun with Gallics. Everything was going to shit, she had nothing beyond the Armed forces, she kept drinking. She didn't bother to look around and notice anyone. The more liquor the best.
Another.
With every sip she got more and more angry, was it really worth serving those shits? Clearly they didn't need her, not if they could take the time to demote her. Whatever, more drinks.
Victor noted a brooding woman over by the bar, sitting by herself. She had the look of a woman scorned. Giving the others their drinks, Victor wandered over to her. A commander by the look of her uniform. He stood behind her and asked.
''Beg pardon ma'm, You've been drinking quite a bit.....Would you like some company?''
The whisky began began to hit like a truck now, just causing him to drink even more. He did not even waste a thought about the sense of his actions any more, nor did he bother if it was appropriate in this surrounding. After all Wellington wasn't a dirty pub.
His mood got a serious damper by the lack of interesting company in this place wich wasn't helped by the two Lieutenants talking nonsense about whatever crossed their unimportant and disgustingly simple minds.
Annoyance turned into slight agressiveness, fueled by the whisky flooding his body. For the people around him he didn't look any different though, just his eyes were slightly hinting what went on in the mind of the man they belonged to. Give me another one. He said while giving the bartender a short look. When he got his drink he turned around on the chair, observing the room without really knowing what he was looking for.
Sid couldn't stay there to don't join in that party or see a drunk/depressed officer. He wanted to do something but he didn't know what. He remains in his place to see if something could happen, listening all discussions...
Jefferson pointed his now dead drunk sight on something in movement. He started moving his legs towards the mass, right focusing in which leg had to move in every step. He raised his jaw to find nothing else than the roof, so he managed to let the gravity do the job and dropped his head till reached the unfortunate position: The floor.
He managed to get up on his hills and added : "Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy leire" , Wan to a drink be me? " He paused for a while thinking on the next words, being wiser than the ones already yelled.
"How...is it to ... be! To beeee, demoooooted! I'm your papito now. *laughts* I...*laughts* Don't worry loveeeee. This things happen, you knoe. Nicoooooooooooooooooooooole!" Another pause.
"I heard you come from Leeds *laughts* , but Leeds is reeeeeeeeeeekt son! I come from Leeds, but Leeds is no longer Leeds...*his emotions are mixing at this point* Leeds is my home...Yes it's my home pretty girl."
Noa was assuming he was holding a talk with Mss. Brennan. His double view earned by the beverage brought him in front of Victor Steiner, who was listening to the drunk man's words, wondering what to move or what to say next.
Arthur stared at the men and women, perplexed as to what he was seeing. The whole of the fleet was essentially drunk and he was having no part of it. He strolled over to the table where Brennan and Steiner were, and gulped his glass down. He looked down at Jefferson as he set his held his empty glass.
"And this is why I don't drink often," he said, chuckling.
He got up, and smelled the air.
"So, am I the only one who isn't drunk as of yet?" he asked, with a smile across his face.
''Not at all'' Victor said to cuttingham, tired of being ignored by Nicole. He was paying attention to what Jefferson was saying but the man wasn't making much sense. Victor concluded that in order to understand him, he needed to be on his level of drunkness.
''Another whiskey please'' he said to the barman before turning to Graham. ''Mister Graham, how are you today?'' he said noting the mans reserved behaviour ''Is everything alright?''
A long way noticeable step noise broke the lounge's silence. Right in the entrance, the doors wide oppened and let in a tall man with a cool scarf, gloves, a jacket covering an old hoodie. He seemed to come either from the coldest planet in Sirius escorted by a way oversized flu, from a huge unpractical freezer or even from his mother-in-law's wedding. The man step in, driving his attention and sight to the bar, where a hot coffee might help him out.
"Caffe Latte, please" . He ordered with a cool Scotch accent.
Noone in the place noticed who that man was at first sight. Shortly before, a friendly voice from the back, but yet a bit creepy, helped the man to drive his sight to the voice's emission point. His hat was about to fall off his head, as well as his whole month growing beard.
Graham entered Wellington along with the new Ensign, signing the security at the door that he's alright to come along.
Arriving in the main room they headed straight for the bar, keeping two seats free next to them. Graham glanced at the barkeeper who brought him the usual pint along with two shots of whiskey and the same for the Ensign.
The two waited for Pria and Eva to arrive, taking a sip from their beers.