Sigma
Inactive Member
Nepleslia Prime, 4th Fleet HQ, 2nd Floor,
With free time, cash in hand (some more so than others), the majority of 4th Fleet's Marines headed for the bar on the 2nd floor. 48 hours free, can't leave base, ergo get sodden drunk ON base! Such was the logic of Corporal Hawkins, endorsed by a grinning Chief Santiago, questioned by the analytical Holmes, reluctantly agreed upon by Sergeant Rochester and resulted in a confused Phaedra Volkov bringing her squad along with all the others.
Missing were several members from the various squads, including Cedric Sommerville and Sawyer Aubrey.
As the squad leaders passed out the steins of beer, Chief Leon Santiago decided to get something stronger. "Glass of whisky, straight. Everything here from the Marines, on my tab!" he declared the second part loudly to the Marines, to uproarious cheers.
As he turned, Santiago stepped forward and almost walked into Phaedra Volkov's back, narrowly missing a collision with great skill and a subtle drift of his fingers across the seats of her pants. "Oh, sorry, Volkov, didn't see you behind me," he said, moving past her to mingle.
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Laura Romero whooped with joy with the news of free-flow alcohol. She gazed longingly at the rows of liquor, unable to choose her first of the night. "Which one, which one, which one?!" she complained. From Bernhard Greer's point of view, Laura Romero in a bar was like a kid in a toy shop.
"Two white gummy bears, for her and me," Bernhard told the nearest civilian bartender. Laura's surprise quickly disappeared as Bernhard looked at her. "These better be good," she threatened darkly. In turn, he grinned with a knowing, "You'll see."
With free time, cash in hand (some more so than others), the majority of 4th Fleet's Marines headed for the bar on the 2nd floor. 48 hours free, can't leave base, ergo get sodden drunk ON base! Such was the logic of Corporal Hawkins, endorsed by a grinning Chief Santiago, questioned by the analytical Holmes, reluctantly agreed upon by Sergeant Rochester and resulted in a confused Phaedra Volkov bringing her squad along with all the others.
Missing were several members from the various squads, including Cedric Sommerville and Sawyer Aubrey.
As the squad leaders passed out the steins of beer, Chief Leon Santiago decided to get something stronger. "Glass of whisky, straight. Everything here from the Marines, on my tab!" he declared the second part loudly to the Marines, to uproarious cheers.
As he turned, Santiago stepped forward and almost walked into Phaedra Volkov's back, narrowly missing a collision with great skill and a subtle drift of his fingers across the seats of her pants. "Oh, sorry, Volkov, didn't see you behind me," he said, moving past her to mingle.
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Laura Romero whooped with joy with the news of free-flow alcohol. She gazed longingly at the rows of liquor, unable to choose her first of the night. "Which one, which one, which one?!" she complained. From Bernhard Greer's point of view, Laura Romero in a bar was like a kid in a toy shop.
"Two white gummy bears, for her and me," Bernhard told the nearest civilian bartender. Laura's surprise quickly disappeared as Bernhard looked at her. "These better be good," she threatened darkly. In turn, he grinned with a knowing, "You'll see."