Posted by Lieutenant Auleraine Brison (Engineering Officer) in Side Sim - Mike’s Place - Grand Opening, Don’t Burn It Down (Open To All)

Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Bartender - Mike’s Place) in Side Sim - Mike’s Place - Grand Opening, Don’t Burn It Down (Open To All)

Posted by Lieutenant Auleraine Brison (Engineering Officer) in Side Sim - Mike’s Place - Grand Opening, Don’t Burn It Down (Open To All)

<<<For a visual of the bar, look at Mike's Bio. Links at the Bottom>>>

This wasn’t your normal Fleet ship’s bar. No, this was something different. It was close, dark, stark, industrial… raw. If you wanted a place to enjoy a quiet drink, you were in the wrong bar. If you wanted comfortable, intimate place to take that new special someone… wrong again. Because while this place was quiet now… it would soon be loud, riotous, and packed with people looking to get away.

The place was finished… mostly. A big stack of stickers sat on the bar, on tables, and at the door… waiting for people to throw them up wherever. The jukebox was on, but quiet. And the stage holoprojectors had been programmed by the proprietor with some of the most famous and historic punk bands ever, meticulously recreated.

The man known as Big Mike stood in the center of the room, eyes closed, motionless. He felt the distant hum of the ship, and heard the small noises that a week ago seemed so different, now felt familiar. He opened his eyes and looked around one last time. He turned and went to the jukebox and pressed a series of holographic numbers and there was a pause and then music started blaring. It was the well known punk band ‘Government Kills’ and their biggest hit ‘FedSec Fascists’. Mike listened as the intro bass line came in and smiled, remembering the crowds yelling and screaming when he and his band mates played it. He shook his head, clearing the past from his mind, and he walked to the door. He slammed his hand against the door frame and a sign outside lit up in glowing red letters: “NO RANK PAST THIS POINT” and a holo of a big Naussican bouncer appeared in the passageway next to the door. Mike opened the door to where about twenty or thirty crew had lined up, and said simply “C’mon in.” and as people filed past he smiled slightly and then went to go do the one thing he did almost as well as music… sling booze.

Big Mike McKenzie

Lera was nervous. This was really going to be the first time she and Mar were going to be out, as a couple, on the ship around more than a few passing folks in the corridor. She was waiting for him to answer the chime on his door. She had on calf high black boots over deep grey leggings. Her top, cropped off from left shoulder to under right arm, was a deep jewel tone green. The single sleeve on her left arm had a gold band around it. And her neck had a double wrapped coil of a similar hammered metal pattern, as did the thinner circlet on her right wrist. Her hair was down, just pulled back off her face with a gold barrette. She was fidgeting. She was happy with him, no doubt about that. But in the back of her head, she still worried how people would think.

Lt Auleraine Brison
Engineer

The door slid open and Mardusk was in the door. He was wearing bluejeans and black boots with a tshirt under a black leather jacket. “Hey. You ready? We need to get going before the place fills up.” and he stepped through and leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You look great, by the way.” and he smiled at her and winked.

Mardusk

Lera smiled and whistled with appreciation. “Mmmmm you look pretty amazing, yourself.” She stepped back and smiled. “Guess we better go. I may have stood down a half dozen mad Orions, but he scares me.” She laughed and slid her arm under his as they headed down the hall.

Lera

They made their way to the bar. It was quiet in the passageway, but when the doors opened the music came out loud and clear. As they made their way to the bar, Mardusk’s frame parted the crowd. He arrived at his seat and lifted his chin at Mike, who smiled and then looked at Lera. “You guys good now? Drama all handled?” he asked her.

Mike

Lera smiled as she leaned on Mar and waited for a nearby stool to open. “Yes, Mike… all handled.” She was blushing just enough that even with the makeup, once more present, it was noticeable.

Lera
CE

Mike looked at the person in the stool next to Mardusk and said “Move. Lady needs a chair.” and the look he gave chased the young Deltan off to another part of the bar. Mike set up two beers and two shots of whiskey in front of them, then one for himself. “To ya” and he threw the shot back.

Big Mike

Lera bit her lip. “I could have waited, Mike.” But she sat up as the drinks were set up. Taking her shot she paused and held it to Mike. “To you being a bully, and pushing me into his arms.” She laughed and glanced at Mar to see what he thought.

Lera

Stickers. Swell. Someone’s been busy. Those were the thoughts that crossed Jen’s mind when he at the same time crossed the threshold. Evidently he would not have any issue with knowing who was the primary sticker. Mike. Jen was not one who liked ‘traditional’ bars. They felt antiseptic. Reputable. Places like this ‘usually’ had character. Thus far Jen didn’t know about that. All he knew was that it had stickers. As he made his way to a seat. A number of people were already here and a couple looked entirely out of place there, he thought, when he scanned the people to assess the potential of any bar fights. Taking a seat he tried to figure whether the door had any rhyme or reason or if it just ‘was’.

When he caught the eye of the man behind the bar. While this was not typically the place Jen would endorse, given the band names, he always felt that one needed to ‘know your enemy’. “Have any Ollie?” He asked. “Olympus Beer,” he clarified.
- Jen