It wasn't a very busy place. It never had been. A little bar by the name of the 'Huskers' located on planet Los Angeles. Not being the most flourished place, it was however quite homey. Having a small amount of staff, generally low prices, and some of the best wings you could ask for.
At least so Jessica Snow thought. The female was sitting at a table, her shoes off and on the floor. Her legs crossed on the chair she was on, drinking what appeared to be the equivalant of Pepsi. There were so many brands nowadays, you never really knew what you were drinking. A lot of them all tasted the same. She just had gotten done with meeting someone else on the planet, seeming to be left in a rather good mood. Being reminded of a specific person she met up in space a few days ago who interested her, she sent the location through the Neural Net on her way here, as well as a time. If he was interested, perhaps she'd have someone to inter-.. Ahh, perhaps that wasn't the right word. Cheekily smiling at the thought to herself. Someone else to talk to rather. If not, she could merely enjoy some food on her own. Either worked.
Although it wasn't very often that you met someone who had stories to tell. The only negative side of this, is the burden of her own stories. Jessica wasn't overly concerned by that however.
"Cheyenne dear?" A waitress dropping by. "Could I have a basket of fries and some ranch dressing while I wait a bit longer?" The waitress smiling, walking off, calling out her order while on the way to the kitchen. It was a more casual environment overall anyways. Jessica had spent a good many hours here with the customers who dropped by, and the staff operating the place. It almost felt like home. Well. As close as Home could get in Liberty space.
First time on Los Angeles. Over thirty years in space, and first time visiting this planet. Odd. Especially for him. Before he could find this place, he spent half an hour getting used to stable ground under his feet. And his outfit - after quick tought he decided to never, ever, go back here. First few minutes on this planet was enough for him to hate it. With all his heart.
"Oi, never again. Stations only, at worst, asteroids..." He spit aside, then stepped inside the bar. Old man, in oddly sewed outfit. Before he moved any further, detached old targeter from his left eye which he quickly hid. "Now, where is she..." Looked around, curious about decor of that place. He was rather used to metalic walls on the stations than rather modern looking trash like this.
Finally he noticed somebody that might have been the person he was looking for. Smirk appeard on his old, pale face when he moved towards her with rather perky pace for a man of his age. He waved at the waitress so she could notice him when he was passing through towards table. He quickly placed himself in front of her with slight grin on his face. When waitress approached him, he raised his head and looked at her.
"Bring some whisky, without any trash in it, duck. Make it double." Up close it was rather easy to notice he was speaking with rather unusual for a spacer accent, at some moments even barely understandable for someone who was born somewhere else than New London.
Finally, Red looked at his companion sitting in front of him. "All right mush?" asked with smirk on his face.
The waitress sets down the basket of fries on the counter, nodding her head, quickly moving off to grab some whiskey for Jessicas.. friend?
The female brushes some hair out of her eyes, looking at the man sitting in front of her curiously. Studying him for a few seconds, before slowly splitting into a big smile. He indeed looked like he had some experiences. Both the good, and the bad kind. Someone that you learned to fear in space eventually.
"It's good to be back on a planet. Things are going pretty well." Confirming that she was who he was looking for. "I wasn't sure if you would come or not. You weren't worn down with all that talking, hmm?" Taking the moment to merely tease him slightly.
Jessica seemed to be around the age of 24, perhaps going somewhere from there to 26, depending on how you looked. Long blonde hair reaching down behind her in the chair she was sitting, appearing to be very, very long. Wearing a loose fitting shirt and oddly what appeared to be some sort of Cargo pants. Obviously not something that most females would wear for the 'fashion sense'.
"Just another day out in Sirius, I suppose. Granted that itself is quite loaded." She says quietly.
The waitress stopping by, setting a glass in front of the man with a clear liquid. Bowing her head for a moment before lazily heading back to the kitchen area.
"Neither was I luv. Haven't been on any planet in past two years." he said, eyeing her up with a smirk, more to himself than to her. Smirk disappeard when glass appeared in front of his face. He quickly grabbed it, with reflexes of a much younger man, and took a small sip to taste the liquid. Smile came back, when his eyes focused on her face. "It's always good to talk to somebody who is willing to listen. Not many like you around."
He peeked sideways, for a moment, like somebody expecting some trouble to show up unexpected. Or actually expected. When he looked away, she could notice that on the side of his head, despite the short hair nearly covering them, were multiple cybernetic sockets. His chin was covered in stubble, carefully trimmed, but not long enough to hide few small, ugly scars. If not for the stubble and load of wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, nobody would expect this man to have more than forty years. Well, forty five maybe.
"Sirius, Sirius, I don't care... Let them all just go to hell." He rhymed quietly, loud enough for her to hear it, rolling up sleeves of his fitting shirt slash vest... Thing he had covering his chest anyways. Bare forearms were covered in tattoos of different origin and style.
Looking over his form a little more indepth. Making a few assumptions, connecting a few dots. Her thoughts were perhaps incorrect from the truth, although that's what appearances did. They gave false information. Jessica knew that very well.
"Well now, you've come all this way, I suppose you didn't want to merely have me pay for a little Whiskey, hmm? Sounded like you are a fan of storytime." Waving a finger at him, almost as if she was scolding him.
"Can't say you're in the wrong really though, I do like stories myself, as you obviously have found out back there in Space. Learning about someone else is a rather.. ahh.. special thing to be able to do. It can also pull you into trouble however. You need to make sure you're not burdening anyone else with things." Leaning towards him slightly, curious in what his response would be in light of something like this.
"I pay for my own drinks, thank you luv." He answered quickly, then took another sip from the glass.
"If ye gonna be as old as me, I am sure you'll have few of your own to tell here and around." Said quick, smirking slightly when finished. He put half empty glass on the table, looked at his hands covered in age spots mostly covered by small tattoos together creating curios piece of art. "Sure you will. I think I could even start career as a writer... Some thriller space fudge, overexaggerated smuggler stories with happy endings. Or without."
"Trouble. It's following me since I was fifteen, but I always managed to survive. Not always returning with a shield... In most cases on it. But still, alive. Call me lucky, huh?" Rised the glass again and quickly finished whiskey, put the glass back. Waved at waitress ordering another round, then again looked around like if worrying about something... Or just being caucious about his surroundings.