Ensign Zoe Valentine walked into the bar. She was dressed in her flight suit that was still uncomfortably tight fitting. She really needed to look into getting one that fit her properly. She was tired after a long days patrol, dealing with the odd pirate was troublesome but having to direct the Secondary Fleet was a problem on a different level. She had recently heard from Michael Morse that the Navy had a Bar and Grill for people in service. She was a person in service, she also liked Bar's and Grill's.
She walked up to the Bartender, feeling the need to crave her alcohol sensation. "Hey, Bar man, A drink please?" She asked.
The Bartender nodded in acknowledgement and passed Zoe a pint. "Is that all? Huh"
The Bartender scowled at her rudeness but went back to his business.
With pint in hand, she made her way to a table.