Zack
Inactive Member
NAM Proving Grounds, Nepleslia Prime>
The Corporate Relations Conference’s initial meeting was already under way, taking place at ‘the testing range’, a bar inside of the NAM proving grounds complex. What had been a well loved room used by pilots and workers had been fixed up. The walls were refinished in a glossy, cherry wood color and the bar had received a new granite table top. Manning the bar was a nepleslian woman with bright pink hair and smooth tanned skin. Her normal attire had been replaced with a classy black suit vest with a short black tie that left her arms, and a plunging neckline visible. Her hips were being hugged tightly by a short, ruffled, black skirt while her hands were working a mixer over, pouring out a specialty drink for the first arrival.
That first arrival was Norman Wheelwright, majority share holder of NNN and one of the big players in Nepleslia’s chemicals sector. His suit had far more parts than the bartenders, and certainly cost far more. “What is in this drink anyways?” He ended up asking.
“Oh, now that is a secret!” The bartender said with a smile as she leaned forward against the bar. Her arms had folded under her breasts just enough to accentuate them, “But the pilots out here swear there is nothing quite like the ‘Marine Landing Force Tonic’, it is guaranteed to make any combat landing seem like a walk in the park.”
“Certainly smells like it, I think this is mostly cleaning alcohol….”
Of course with NAM matters, Drei wasn’t too far away. The young female was watching the door from a seat at the bar. A small display had been set up with nametags but for the time being all she had to do was wait.
The Corporate Relations Conference’s initial meeting was already under way, taking place at ‘the testing range’, a bar inside of the NAM proving grounds complex. What had been a well loved room used by pilots and workers had been fixed up. The walls were refinished in a glossy, cherry wood color and the bar had received a new granite table top. Manning the bar was a nepleslian woman with bright pink hair and smooth tanned skin. Her normal attire had been replaced with a classy black suit vest with a short black tie that left her arms, and a plunging neckline visible. Her hips were being hugged tightly by a short, ruffled, black skirt while her hands were working a mixer over, pouring out a specialty drink for the first arrival.
That first arrival was Norman Wheelwright, majority share holder of NNN and one of the big players in Nepleslia’s chemicals sector. His suit had far more parts than the bartenders, and certainly cost far more. “What is in this drink anyways?” He ended up asking.
“Oh, now that is a secret!” The bartender said with a smile as she leaned forward against the bar. Her arms had folded under her breasts just enough to accentuate them, “But the pilots out here swear there is nothing quite like the ‘Marine Landing Force Tonic’, it is guaranteed to make any combat landing seem like a walk in the park.”
“Certainly smells like it, I think this is mostly cleaning alcohol….”
Of course with NAM matters, Drei wasn’t too far away. The young female was watching the door from a seat at the bar. A small display had been set up with nametags but for the time being all she had to do was wait.