After releasing Elena to the VIP lounge, Doc made a deliberate mistake: he turned his back to her.
Streets of Crete are messy place to live at. Back-stabbing people is a way of life there. And a way of death. But Elena just took a seat next to Ladron and notices his face was changing colors.
Suppressing his bad temper, Ladron laid his heavy hand gently on her shoulder. He whispered something in her ear. It seams she liked the idea much better than playing with Doc Holliday. Ladron's glowing red face turned to normal fat-people's red. He took out his comm device and started to speak to someone. Listening to that made Elena very happy.
Seating next to Ladron, Centurion was happy as well. He didn't notice any of the incident. His hands were all over that lady in blue. They were jabbering like teenagers on a first date. Decision to remove TBH ships from the region obviously made Elder relaxed after a long time. Ladron was wandering what-ta-hell all that girls see on Martino!
.....
As time passed by, many drinks were served. Party was doing what parties usually do: make everybody put down their daily burden and have a good time.
Ladron looked at Elena who started to get nervous: Don't worry. They will arrive any minute now.
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Ah... Finally! Check them fast and let them in por favor!
THEY ARE HERE, PEOPLE!
FIESTAAAA!
SAMBAAAAAA!
Music started to play. Elena finally jumped up, getting all that El Comisario on his feet with ease.
She dragged him to the dance podium and they started to salsa.
Centurion came few seconds later, showing basic steps to Kusari lady. With his hands all over her, of course. She was laughing like an innocent child.
Hours of fiesta, drinks and loud music are passing by... Some guests are already tired of all the fun (and all this) and are saying goodnight to Doc. They look funny yelling on each other, but music covers their words over anyway. Some of them have been drinking noticeably. It's not smart to let them drive home, no matter how close they live. Ladron makes a quick comm call and than logs to public surveillance system in front of White Buffalo.
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Carabineros are ready to give a lift to anyone who's been drinking.
Ladron sighs with sympathies. Lazy bastards... Brave, but lazy. Let them work something useful.
A very young and pale nordic descent girl, mid to late teens at best, heads into the tavern rubbing at a dusty smudge on her cheek. She is wearing a new, top of the line, skin-tight, high neck nanoform flight suit which is a light shade of dull blue, with pastel pink over the shoulders that on the back spirals into two lines going down her body curving and making symmetrical shapes before converging at one line near the rear, only to cross over and curve down each leg. Gossamer over sleeves that spread out from the elbow and widen that waft around as she moves adds a little shape to the suit which has had the I.M.G. logo added to the neck on the left. On her left wrist a pink C&C wrist comp bracelet that resembles a loop of coral branching off on the top side giving enough area for an inset holo projector on the surface links in to the biometric and environmental systems. Over the top she has on a loose fitting, low cut silk dress of vague Kusari style with high hemline completely open at the back, with a few strings going from the left side to the right of the opening in all sorts of designs and curls. The dress in general is a shade of white, with a few purple loops and curls around the shoulders and waist. She also has on a pineal amulet around her neck and a white bandana with blue flowers and gold highlights covering a conspicuous lack of hair underneath.
She looks surprised when a bouncer heads her off and asks, "Hand over any and all weapons, lass."
She fumbles at her purse and pulls out a pepper spray which has the other bouncer trying not to laugh at his colleague's expense. Looking confused Ashley Valent is told by the second bouncer she can keep the spray, and explains that he's laughing at the difference between some of the previous patron's arsenals, pointing at the overflowing storage lockers behind him.
"Oh, um... okey", she says as she puts the spray back and enters the festive interior. Eyeing up the patrons she glances nervously at the Corsairs before recognizing pope Skarsi. Making the sign of the wings, she bows respecfully, before heading over to and taking a barstool as far from the Corsairs and close to the Zoners as possible as she waits for Midori to finish serving the other patrons...
"Oh um... I'm eighteen... almost. Anyway um... I just wanted a Kusari tea, and the cafés are closed this late... I'm still flying on Erie time...", she stammers before trailing off and shuffling nervously. Ashley looks over again towards Midori to see if she's almost finished serving the other patrons.
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Doc positioned himself carefully and strategically. He could see everything going on from where he was. He used this night to see what improvements he could make, those voids that weren't given much thought by person or surveillance. He kept a very close watch on the Corsairs. The tension between Zoner and Corsair was high and while he didn't care much for them himself, he also didn't want the tensions to get higher.
He kept his coffee cup full, his eyes peeled, his ears open and his concealed weapons ready. He was no fool. These Corsairs reminded him of an old crew from a lifetime ago.
Through it all, she maintained her smile. The rowdiness of the Corsairs and the crowd didn't phase her as she continued to serve drinks and bring out the occasional food order. Helping her through the night was the occasional kiss and check-in from her husband. Even when the Kusari woman entered trying to entice her husband, she knew what his reaction would be. Quietly, she giggled after he handed her off with some rude words for the Corsairs.
She then took the order from the very young girl dressed in scant kusari clothing.
"Kusari tea, please," was her simple request.
As Midori served her, she took notice of her attire.
"What kind of Kusari dress is that?" she asked in her heavy accent, "All my dressed full length kimonos or kabuki."
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Skarsi notices Miss Ashley come in and sit down, and Harold move closer to her. "May have to watch him." he thought.
Skarsi hops off his stool and heads over to speak with Ashley and Harold.
"Now Harold, you are scaring her a bit. Ashley is a pilot for the IMG." He points to the IMG insignia on Ashley's suit neck. "Miss Ashley...." Skarsi makes the sign of Eris. "How have you been?. It has been a while since we met in Baffin."
Skarsi turns to Harold. "Miss Ashley and Myself met by chance when i was patrolling Baffin before the whole scuffle in 74. Ashley was passing through, and quizzed me about the TAZ."
He calls to Midori. "Miss Midori, could we get some more drinks please? Thank you."
"Your attire is very aesthetically pleasing, Miss Ashley." He looks at Harold, who's been gawping at Ashley the whole time. "Harold, close your mouth. Its not polite to stare, and your fish impression could be better." Skarsi chuckles.
"Just offering my greetings, that's all, my Discordian friend. I may be leader of the Raiders but that doesn't mean I plan on beddin' every pretty young woman I lay eyes on. And I was more mouth-agape at you for putting yourself in between me and my one-sided handshake."
He smiled innocently at Skarsi, as if to say "please return to your stool and cease your insinuations that I have no morals".