The door was pushed open and in Captain Moceanu strode. Even though she was dressed in street wear, she held herself like military. The blaster on her hip and the tags around her neck confirmed that. She made her way to the bar; those eyes taking in her surroundings. She was alert and on guard even on leisure. She took a seat at the end of the bar.
She glanced down the length of the bar to see if there was anyone tending. Wasn't sure with so many people behind the bar, even though there was the typical *Self Serve* sign. She quirked her lips and looked. She really didn't want to get up again. Still she wanted a beer more, so she was back on her feet and moved for the break. She surveyed the set up a moment. "(vq) Honor bar eh?"
?Yes, ma'am. Put your money in the till, there and mind Mervyn the till snake.? Another woman, Gemethyst, nodded.
She nodded to Gem, "Thanks." She had converted some creds at the starport and dropped a few coins in the till before looking into the cold storage. "Positive archaic." She snagged a couple of bottles of what looked to be beer. She read the labels carefully, "(vq) Badsider... Bad Orc Brewery..." She shook her head. She would love to see the look on Raleigh's face when he met his callsign in person.
She moved around to the less crowded hearth area. She was tired and she wanted to lounge a bit. She placed one of the beers on the table next to her and popped open the other one. She was in a tank top and jeans. She was not expecting anyone. She brought the bottle to her lips and took in the sounds around her. A bit chaotic and yet soothing at the same time. Booted feet were pulled up underneath her legs, though her weapon was in easy reach.
Bryan pushes into the Inn, tall with dark hair cut almost down to his skull, dressed in black cargo pants, combat boots, a t-shirt olive-green in color that clings close enough to show the muscular frame underneath. Strapped around his waist is a simple web belt that holds what looks like a sidearm of some kind or another. Hazel green-gold eyes scan the room as he heads over to the bar, an informal salute tossed to Cori with a half-grin.
She chuckled and tossed off an in formal salute with a second bottle of beer in her hand. She was checking out the Colonel's departing assets. Hey, She could look!
He steps up to the bar and waves to Amber. "A bottle of tequila and a glass." He grins at Amber, nodding as he drops a small pile of gold coins on the bar and takes the bottle and glass. "Thank you, ma'am. Keep the change." Heading over to the hearth, he gives an up nod to the Captain. "What has you sitting over here by your lonesome?"
She gestured widely to the inn, "No one has deigned to notice." She grinned up at him, "You planned on drinking alone yourself?"
He chuckles, setting both bottle and glass down, not sitting yet. "Well, if you'd like I can get another glass."
She grinned, "Yeah, Sounds good." She had the two bottles of beer; one half finished.
She glanced down the length of the bar to see if there was anyone tending. Wasn't sure with so many people behind the bar, even though there was the typical *Self Serve* sign. She quirked her lips and looked. She really didn't want to get up again. Still she wanted a beer more, so she was back on her feet and moved for the break. She surveyed the set up a moment. "(vq) Honor bar eh?"
?Yes, ma'am. Put your money in the till, there and mind Mervyn the till snake.? Another woman, Gemethyst, nodded.
She nodded to Gem, "Thanks." She had converted some creds at the starport and dropped a few coins in the till before looking into the cold storage. "Positive archaic." She snagged a couple of bottles of what looked to be beer. She read the labels carefully, "(vq) Badsider... Bad Orc Brewery..." She shook her head. She would love to see the look on Raleigh's face when he met his callsign in person.
She moved around to the less crowded hearth area. She was tired and she wanted to lounge a bit. She placed one of the beers on the table next to her and popped open the other one. She was in a tank top and jeans. She was not expecting anyone. She brought the bottle to her lips and took in the sounds around her. A bit chaotic and yet soothing at the same time. Booted feet were pulled up underneath her legs, though her weapon was in easy reach.
Bryan pushes into the Inn, tall with dark hair cut almost down to his skull, dressed in black cargo pants, combat boots, a t-shirt olive-green in color that clings close enough to show the muscular frame underneath. Strapped around his waist is a simple web belt that holds what looks like a sidearm of some kind or another. Hazel green-gold eyes scan the room as he heads over to the bar, an informal salute tossed to Cori with a half-grin.
She chuckled and tossed off an in formal salute with a second bottle of beer in her hand. She was checking out the Colonel's departing assets. Hey, She could look!
He steps up to the bar and waves to Amber. "A bottle of tequila and a glass." He grins at Amber, nodding as he drops a small pile of gold coins on the bar and takes the bottle and glass. "Thank you, ma'am. Keep the change." Heading over to the hearth, he gives an up nod to the Captain. "What has you sitting over here by your lonesome?"
She gestured widely to the inn, "No one has deigned to notice." She grinned up at him, "You planned on drinking alone yourself?"
He chuckles, setting both bottle and glass down, not sitting yet. "Well, if you'd like I can get another glass."
She grinned, "Yeah, Sounds good." She had the two bottles of beer; one half finished.