A small cargo-carrying station cart pulled up outside the Mad Mako, the driver engaging the vehicle's handbrake before hopping out, a suspiciously familar carbine dangling by his right side. Sighing, the man looked to his left, away from the bar's enterance.
This place again.
He'd hoped that his previous visit some year or so ago would've been his last, but alas, here he was again. A certain Mister Ravis, back on this god-forsaken station in preparation of another deployment to that god-forsaken planet. At least the pay was better this time around.
Tal sighed again, slipping his helmet off and tossing it onto the driver's seat of his cart, showcasing his fresh Gas Miner fade to all the passing bystanders. Once he rubbed the top of his head to clear it of helmet-hair, he set off into the bar, with one express mission in mind. Hopefully he wouldn't get sidetracked this time by some monkey-suit APM rep.
Carefully, maintaining good control of his weapon the whole way, he approached the counter, informing the bartender that he was here to pick up a crate of rations for his next Nauru excursion. The man behind the counter nodded quickly and left to check the backroom, leaving the Freelancer to himself.
With nothing else to do, Tal turned around, leaning on the counter with a hand on the magwell of his rifle, and noticed that the Mad Mako had attracted its usual crowd of weirdos.
Whatever she was doing for several days, the only thought in Trix's mind was a rest. Whilist The Core personel at Alabama were transfering the remains from her battlecruiser's cargo bay, she felt a bit tired. Once she heard about the Mad Mako, she considered it as a perfect place to take some relaxing time.
It was... Surprisengly unfitting for the name of it. A rather calm and beaty music mixed with lots of exotic intertainers were creating a smoothe relaxing atmosphere.
- Well... Ain't that beautiful.
With her elegant walk, she headed towards the counter, spectating a lot of the Core personnel. She saw how Luke walked to the company of Jessica and Ruby and it was rather interesting to spectate how Scarlett was figurally piercing a hole in Shaw's glass with her eyes. On the other side, there was a man standing lonely at the counter, probably waiting for bartender. However, making some new friends wasn't included in Tricia's to-do list for today. Once she saw a bartender, she walked at him and adressed him:
- Hey. What's on menu today?
He silently gave her a pad with a list of drinks and snaks. It was surprisengly a big pool of choses, but one interesting cocktail called ".44" brought her attention. Blue Curacao mixed up with red wine. It was something that she could use right now.
- One ."44", please.
She left a pad on a counter and sat on a bar chair, still looking around and getting wandered by an atmosphere of the bar. Some people were really weird, the others - on a medium level, and some managed to keep their mind yet. Probably they weren't drinking that often. However, getting drunk for Trix seemed to be an unachievable goal, thanks to her genes. But yet again, taking a look at the bar, she was quite impressed. No loud noices, no fast flashes, only the relaxing music, slow dancers' moves and silent companies. Once she heard a glass touching a counter, she turned around and saw a gobler full of violet substance. She briefely watched at it. A shell of Blue Curacao and the insides mixed with Red Wine were creating a violet cloud, leaving some blue thraces of the liqueur. When she found ut the consistance of the drink in a glass, she smiled back at the bartender, took the drink and turned around once again. Taking a look at the gall once more, she decided to take a shot. A sweet taste of citrus and wine filled her mouth, spreading the warm feeling through her body. She took a glass out from her mouth, still feeling comfy after a such burst of sweet taste. She also noticed that she consumed almost a half of the entire drink.
- How... Interesting...
- Isn't it ironic?
- Hmh?
The bartender's voice brought her back from her wanderland of sweet taste, focusing her attention on reality.
- Oh. The cocktail. Well... It's pretty tasty.. Sweety...
- ".44" is a codename of APM Antimatter Cannon. The most powerful one across the entire Sirius. The cocktail that you ordered is an alcoholic analogy of it. Well, maybe not the strongest thing that you could possibly see on regular menu, but if you order some more, I'm afraid I'll have to ask the barkeeper to accompany you to your appartment.
- Oh, don't worry about me. I never get drunk. Biological peculiarity. Anyway...
She consumes the rest of a drink and places a glass back on a counter.
- Thanks for a tip.
Even if she ran out of drinks, she still was sitting in the bar, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere and music.
In the other side of the bar, totally oblivious of Tal's visit, Scarlet was just shaking the sweaty hand of Luke Shaw
Hey, relax kid, I don't eat people. I just shoot them. I mean, not friendlies though...not always.
Uh, that was a joke, don't worry. take a seat. We've something very important to discuss
Jessica suddenly became much more serious and leaned towards the boy in a threatening manner
What is that white cocktail you're drinking, Kid?
I haven't seen it before and if that's one of the infamous "Azrael brainbusters" then I need to know what's in it!
Go ahead, speak!
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