Sirius Federation Officer's Club

[Hyperwave22]

Two men walked in to the bar. One was dressed in the very distinctive clothing of an officer of the SF. He looked around. He saw the Beta squadron table to his left, and briefly thought of going over to sit there. No, he said to himself it's just another group of fighter jocks that think they can own the entire sector. To be young and free again.

The other was dressed in normal civilian clothes, and looked like he had just visited The Underworld and returned.

Instead of moving over to sit with the fighter jocks, the first man moved towards the bar. He looked briefly at the famed cashews of this bar, but decided that the salty, crunchy nuts were not up his alley today. Instead, he decided to grab for the pub mix sitting at the bar, and ate it.

"What can I get for you, Brackenbury?" Joanne had come around the corner from mixing a drink popular in tropical getaways. "Just a beer, goes well with the pub mix you've got rolling around here." Joanne poured him a glass of thick, black beer from Dublin, his favorite.

"What about you, Kerrigan," Mike had just come around the corner to see the doctor sitting next to Brackenbury.

"I'm gonna hit one of those tropical drinks tonight," he said. "What was it you called it? A mar-, margita--"

"A margarita, hon," Joanne helped him out.

"That's the one!" Kerrigan looked at Joanne, she's not bad he thought to himself, but stopped his daydream when he saw Edmund Brackenbury doing the same.

Mike delivered the drinks, and said "Didn't know you two knew each other."

"Yep," Brackenbury said "we were roommates throughout our years at the academy, branched our different ways after that." The speaker would have an attractive man if weren't for a monstrously scarred face from various encounters with pirates, and even his former captain.

As the night progressed, Brackenbury began to get tipsy, and drooped into drunkenness. Barely able to to stand up, Jeff Kerrigan, who had studied enough of the effects of alcohol to stop when he needed, canceled Brackenbury's drinks. With that, Brackenbury stood up, and went to visit the Beta table. The squadron, who normally enjoyed his company let him sit before he fell to the ground again.

"Rough day?" Suzy asked Brackenbury

"Rougher than you could imagine," Kerrigan said as he came up behind his friend. "I slipped something into his last beer, he should sober up any minute now."

"Care to sit?" asked one of the Beta members.

"Sure, I think I'll make it a date," Kerrigan said. He sat down opposite Brackenbury, grabbed a large handful of cashews, forgot about all the patients he lost that day, and enjoyed the rest of the night with these fighter jocks. Maybe they're not as bad as Brackenbury thinks.

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Retired
A very big thanks to Dark Oddity who put my signature pic together