Spartan, as he was called around the Company, walked along the long corridor from the Hangar Bays toward the bar. He was wearing his signature white outfit, his two Katana's over his back. As he got to the entrance to the bar, he nodded to the doorman. He haded over the two swords to the man , who then put them aside for safekeep. Dai straightened out his clothes and then entered the bar. Walking up to the counter, he nodded to the bartender.
"The Usual" Dai said calmly as he then waited for his drink.
Having received the glass filled with 2 Ice Cubes and a clear liquid, he made his way to a table near the far end of the bar, taking a seat and setting the glass on the table before pulling out his datapad, skimming through some of his files.
Vincent walked in with fast, yet unsure, pace and headed towards the bar. He was wearing a a plain, black t-shirt, dark denim jeans, a black leather jacket and brown boots. Probably a nice outfit, if it weren't for the fact that it was overly worn and unwashed. At least he wasn't smelly. The bartender brought him the usual, a glass of 12 years old Glenlivet, and pointed him to the table where Titanium was chatting up one of the new guys around. Apparently that guy was looking for Vincent.
He took his drink, certainly not the first of the evening nor the last, and walked towards the table. He sat down without saying a word and sized the new guy up for a few minutes, apparently wanting something from him.
Well, what are you waiting for? Out with it.
He took a long sip out of his Scotch and waited for some kind of answer.
Wait what? Officer Reynolds? My dealer was supposed to send in a new guy with some stuff and I thought...
The hell with it. Let's start over, shall we?
I'm Vincent as I think you already know. It's...I think nice is the word I'm looking for. It's nice to meet you in person.
May I get you drink?grabs Martin's cup of coffee and throws it on the floor.You don't really want the guys to see you drinking that. Have something proper.Vincent makes a sign to the waitress, who quickly brings Martin a new drink.
Have a taste of this and tell me what you think.
He finally notices Titanium, as well as her glass of milk. He didn't say much, but it was pretty obvious what he thought of it.
You're really letting yourself go tonight, aren't you?
"You know very well i can not drink alcoholic beverages." Grabbing her data pad, she resumed her reviews on the security reports. "And it is my off day. I think i can drink a nice glass of milk. Or you would prefer for me to order some tea?"
An almost imperceptible chuckle was heard coming from her lips.
Tell you what. I'll offer the next round. Despite all evidence to the contrary, I am a gentleman. What would you like? And please, I say please, try to order something that is even remotely fun.
The imminent fun betrayed her ever present professional attitude, even if it was just for a second.
"Very well." She coughed, trying to disguise her failure in composure. "A Bloody Mary. But, with low or no alcohol for me.
You can use that communist vodka, it has a low volume."
Titanium then looked at Reynolds. "I think you can order food here as well, Mr. Reynolds.
But.. Forgive my rudeness, what is your purpose coming here and asking for Coquelicot?"
Loudly crying like a four year old , Baila Morena entered the Blood Money.
"Barman I need a drink , please tell me you have some Changooooo'huwhuw huuuw'' the dramaqueen snuttered while taking seat at the bar.
The barman raised an eyebrow and hesitatingly asked "Why would anyone in Sirius wish to drink that stuff?''
''It tastes like piss and it's probably made from piss too'' he added while passing her usual choice , a strong Mojito.
''I am homesick! I miss the warm sun , the smell of wet doghair and chili'' she interrupted to blow her nose ''The musica , the chico's honking their Titans at me.."
The Barman seemed even more confused now and quickly turned to washing some glasses.
Baila on the other end of the bar seemed unaware that he wasn't paying attention to her and continued to mumble to herself.
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While the two Reavers were exchanging pleasantries, Martin decided to take a healthy gulp of the drink that was ordered for him.
It was a little stronger than he'd anticipated. However, as the Reavers seemed to be done talking, he ignored the burning feeling in his throat. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm good for a while." he told Titanium, with a raw, rough voice.
He coughed.
"As for why I'm here.. " He turned his head to Coquelicot. "Vincent here told me to come here and ask for him." He paused, and turned his head back to Titanium. "If there's one thing I do well, miss.. it's follow orders."
A young Kusarian woman entered the bar walking in a very girly fashion but without staring at anyone or even glancing at the decoration. Her eyes stared at the bartender at some point, and she headed that way. Putting a hundred thousand chip on the bar, she said with a seductive voice:
Honey, get me the owner of this establishment please.
And closing the distance between her face and the bartender's, she added:
I would also love you to pour me a glass of your best red Gallic wine. Then she added two 100k chips more.
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