Posted by Civilian Racheal “Bubbles” Mathis (Bartender - Mike’s Place) in Mike’s Place - Hanging out with the crew OPEN THREAD for all

Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Mike’s Place - Hanging out with the crew OPEN THREAD for all
Kelly sat down at the bar and let out a sigh. To say it had been a long week would have been the understatement of the year. The week had been brutal and Kelly needed some downtime. She had debated about retreating to the safety of the officer’s lounge. Instead, she decided to be out among everyone. While she was the commanding officer to the Starfleet aspect of the ship, she was also what she termed the cruise director to the mass of civilians on board the Atlantis. Too often officers kept the roles separate. Kelly had an open door policy with everyone on the ship which included the civilians. It also helped that the place served food so it didn’t raise as many questions if people wanted to bring their kids. Looking at her watch, Kelly knew Ian would be here in a few minutes. She had sent out a message to all the other officers and hoped they would show.

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A shorter human woman, probably in her mid to late twenties, moved towards Kelly on the other side of the bar. She was slender, but her form was firm. Bright purple hair with bright orange roots cascaded down one side of her head, while the right side was shaved to reveal a tattoo of two Japanese anime cats in some kind of West Side Story knife fight. Her makeup was severe: dark red, almost black lip liner slowly faded to bright gold on her lips. Jet black eyelashes and somehow even darker eyeshadow sat under bright purple and thin eyebrows accented the bright brown eyes that flashed at Kelly. Tight black leather pants and a black crop-top with the words ‘Good Girls Wear White’ across her barely-concealed chest and showing off her tattooed arms completed a look that was both encouraging looks form various patrons while simultaneously saying ‘You can’t even begin to handle this’. As she approached, she said “Heya, Skip. What’ll it be?” in a voice that both musical and somewhat slightly threatening.

Bubbles

“Hey Rach,” Kelly said drumming her hands on the table. “Give me a couple of drafts, three burgers, a plate of nachos, and mozzarella sticks. I reserved a table but I am not sure how many are coming yet.” Tonight she was in it for the long game so food and beer were a must. She had sent an invitation out to all her officers for an impromptu happy hour by word of mouth. Sending it in a communique felt too much like an unofficial order to show up. With the addition of Maddie and Jordy, it would be nice to hang out as a group with some downtime.

“How are things hanging with you? Business seems to be good.” The place was just one of several civilian and Starfleet watering holes on the ship. Fleet had it’s own places bu today Kelly felt the need to be with the crew of the entire ship, just not those wearing a uniform. Kelly liked the motif and climate of the establishment. One could almost imagine that exiting the bar, you would be stumbling out onto firm land instead a metal corridor.

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