"I didn't just rush off to the Military, daddy had me work with him for a couple of years. And maybe if you get to your second week you'd see we get the occasional leave."
Finishing her glass, she set it down clumsily."I'm only a little... ok, maybe even a fair bit drunk. You have been plying me with a lot of fancy wine though, you... you!"
Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a glance around the room after opening them again. There were only a couple of tables not empty and a couple of stools still occupied.
Looking back to Kyle,"If you treat us both to Curacao, I will take you on my famed-to-one Yuma tour. I'd like that."Smiling sweetly again, Susan glanced at the almost empty bottle."And to sweeten that offer, you can even finish the wine. I think I'll need to sleep soon..."
He walked back to the counter and grabbed his jacket, which was on the stool. He examined it carefully in case anyone decided to play a practical joke. He slipped it back on, and went to the bartender.
"You know, I'd like a uh, SNACK while I'm here, again."
The bartender went back to the kitchen, later coming out carrying the roast beef sandwich and a glass of water. Tal paid him and sized up the sandwich, which was oozing out a dark red sauce among the layers of beef. He took a bite, chewing for a second and swallowing it. He sat there for a second before reaching for his water. He drank half the glass and went back to his sandwich, taking another bite. He reached for his water again, and took another bite.
He called the bartender over.
"Another one of those IMDs, please."
The bartender fixed up his drink and Tal got back to his sandwich. He finished it, grabbed his drink, and tipped the bartender. He stood up, looked around the room again, took a deep breath, and walked back out again.
"And to sweeten that offer, you can even finish the wine. I think I'll need to sleep soon..."
The thought that crossed Kyle's mind after that remark surprised himself, surprised him enough that he physically showed it by suddenly pressing his back to the seat, an instinct to move away from her. Kyle had always loved Susie as that sister he never had, and now seeing her grown up, a woman's body, was making him have irrational thoughts. When his eyes moved back to focus on her, he could see that she looked at him questioningly, and had hopefully not noticed his flinch.
"Oh uhh, sorry, I'm probably getting drunk as well."
He laughed, trying to hide the reality of it all.
"But yeah, you have yourself a deal."
Kyle turned his head around and could see that most of the people had already left, time had flown while he was talking with her, he noticed another Warrant Officer, Ravis, come back into the bar to eat something incredibly fast before leaving again, odd. Kyle took up the bottle, there was about half a glass left in it, he was enjoying their conversation and didn't really want it to end but after thinking about it, he'd rather not, considering where his thoughts were going. He put his head back and dunked the fine wine down as if it was just a bottle of beer.
"And you're right, it's getting late."
He started getting up.
"Would you like an escort back to your room, ma'am?"
When Maxwell mentioned the 44th, Liz heavily shook her head, and raised one hand.
"Nonono, don't get that wrong, dude. I'm in the 49th. There's a five numbers big difference. And the 44th? Well....let's say there's probably nobody being a member of it by now..."
Letting out a short sigh, she leaned a bit against the counter. But not much later, she had to chuckle again.
"Sooooo, we've got a lil' rookie here, eh? Well, I guess it's good to congratulate then, for choosing the right side out here. While I can tell you that I'm pretty sure that you are not anything special, it's good to see more folks coming. Did you already have got the chance to fly around a bit, to get some experience? And I'm not talking about these flight courses on Pecos. That's like...I can't really describe it, but not comparable to the real duty".
As she was talking, and having a bit of her drink from time to time, Liz almost overheared again how Max kindly asked for her name, also introducing himself. However, as the liquid in her glass finally completely dissappeared, she tried to get the bartender to make her another drink. However, as he was occupied, Liz turned to Max, and nodded.
"Cool, good to get to know you, Max. I'm Shanda, Liz' Shanda. And I'm sure you won't find out anyway, but just in case: yes, that's not my complete firstname. But if I ever hear you calling me by my real name, then the situation will probably escalate very quickly..."
Looking as if she was deadly serious, Liz stared at Maxwell for a moment, before her face lights up again as she starts laughing.
"No, on a serious note now: for you, it's just Liz, alright?"
While she tried, it was hard for her to calm down, as Max suddenly just cough as if he would just explode soon.
"Damn, is something wrong with you? Stay cool, that's a "44th Apocalypse", and it definetely didn't kill anyone yet. That stuff's totally okay. Not an easy pill, but bearable".
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"
"Damn, is something wrong with you? Stay cool, that's a "44th Apocalypse", and it definetely didn't kill anyone yet. That stuff's totally okay. Not an easy pill, but bearable".
Maxwell sputtered. This vile liquid that he had just drank was messing his senses up; he hadn't gotten drunk in a long time.
"Pill you say? It's like I've just had a pill of lava go down my throat... eugh". Maxwell began to sway back and forth. The 44th brew was really trying to loosen him up, he tried to fight it but he couldn't stop the alcohol getting into his bloodstream. "Liz, that's a nice name. Nice to meet you, Lizzy"
The drink was getting to him. He noticed Liz look at him, puzzled. He thought that Liz might assume that he was a lightweight, he wanted to prove otherwise. "Bartender, set me another 44th. As much in the glass as possible" he said as he drank all that with in his current glass. "Yooooou see Liz"
He was already slurring his words. "Back at Beee Emmmm Emmm, I was the greatest drinker in the wolrd. Did I say I didn't want alcohol? Nah, I love alcohol!".
The '44th Apocolapyse arrived on the counter, Maxwell picked it up and began to drink it.
Susan laughed a little, although not quite as easily as she had been."Maybe you can't handle it as well as you think, even if you're a big man now. I just don't look forward to standing up..."
With this, she slid down her place on the bench a little, resting the wine glass against her nose.
Finishing the remaining splash of red, she looked up with a sheepish expression on her face."Alright, you can help me up and to the door. I think I'll stay in one of the bigger rooms, wouldn't want you going out your way."As she was helped to her feet with only a short unsteady moment, she turned to Kyle with a laugh,"and if people saw us wandering off together they might think we were getting up to all sorts of mischief."
As they finished making their way out of the bar, Susan steadied herself on his shoulder with her hand."Thank you for the escort, Warrant Officer Westridge."she said, before kissing him on the cheek, resting softly against him for a couple of seconds. Stepping back and giving a shy smile,"It was lovely seeing you again, Kyle. We can see about that deal later on."
With another smile, she started to stumble a little down the corridor to the left, although not making great progress.
"...It was lovely seeing you again, Kyle. We can see about that deal later on."
Again Kyle could barely mask his surprise when Susan kissed him and rested on his side, he had been raised with a military-level discipline and had been taught to give people their room, it was why he had never involved himself in a relationship and had never experienced such emotions. And to top it off Susan had been her best friend and now in the military as his superior officer.
He managed to just smile as Susan tried to make her way down the hall, barely. He spotted a marine that was making his way down from the crossing hallway, Kyle stepped up in front of him.
"Marine." "Sir."
Even though Kyle was not in uniform, he spoke with a clear and confident authority -mostly picked up from his father- which the Marine immediately responded to. He looked at the Marine's name tag, "Pvt. D. Carlson". Kyle looked back towards Susan who still hadn't made it to the end of the hall and gestured towards her.
"Private, make sure the Flight Officer gets back to her room without incident." "Yes sir."
Kyle nodded and the Marine saluted again and went after Susan, Kyle saw him help her up and then turned his head to the direction of the warrant officer bunks and started to make off when he suddenly remembered the drinks. He almost ran back to the bar and then stopped himself, moving slowly back inside and went to the counter. The bartender was still there, and looked at him in a knowing way.
"Heh, almost forgot." "Not a problem."
The bartender punched a number into the holopad to his side and Kyle swiped his credit card, paying the bill. He then nodded at the Bartender and started to walk off, in search of the warrant officer's bunks.
After a very long evening full of laughter, music, flirting, and the near-fights, Lou was satisfied. It turned out better than he had thought, all things considered! The food was flying out of the kitchen, and drinks being ordered left and right.
Lou nodded at the bartender, who called out "Last call everyone! We need to close up for a bit, but we will be open tomorrow evening with more stable hours. Enjoy and fly safe everyone!"
After sometime, people started shuffling out of Ambrosia, some with someone clasped to their arm, others barely able to stand. Lou chuckled as he saw them leave. "Ah, happy customers are always a pleasant sight." He muttered under his breathe. As the staff made there way to the door, he looked around one more time, nodded in approval, then shut off the lights.
***A FEW DAYS LATER***
As Lou walked down the corridor to the entrance of Ambrosia to open her up for another eventful evening, he noticed a note on the door.
Lou laughed heartily as he read the drunken note from one of the 15th boys. Opening up the doors, and flipping on the lights, he made his way for the the bar. After finding a open spot on the wall, he hung up the letter for others to see.
"LOU! We have a big problem man" Yelled one of the bartenders who stepped out from the kitchen. "We're out of Peppermint Schnapps! Someone broke into cage that had all the bottles, and they're just... gone!"
This cannot be happening thought Lou. The boys and girls will not be happy about this
Michelle walked into the bar and looked around. Running a hand through her hair with a soft sigh she smiled and walked up to the bar and flashed a gentle smile at the barkeep.
"Let me have a Red Hessian Cider and an IMC"
She smiles as the bartender walks off and she makes her way to a free table near the bar, sitting down and once again running a hand through her hair softly letting out a gentle sigh.
After a rather boring patrol (and then a fight with his Pytho's co-pilot), Marcus came into the "Ambrosia" with his jacket in a less desirable form. One sleeve was literally torn apart, while the other side only had enough left of it so you could see the 15th patch.
After finding an empty table in the middle of the bar, he loudly said to one of the nearby waiters: One 44th Apocalypse...
Then, after another look trough the bar, he took off his ragged jacket and silently waited for his drink to come.
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