Posted by Lieutenant Allison Scott (CMO) in Out for a drink - anyone welcom

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Lyndzie Angel (Chief of Operations) in Out for a drink - anyone welcom

Posted by Commander Balfor Kolar (XO/CSO) in Out for a drink - anyone welcom
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The door of the dimly lit bar creaked open, and in stepped a man whose presence seemed more shadow than substance. Kolar wasn’t the most social man, made more obvious by the fact he was using ‘valuable’ holodeck time to create his own bar scene when there was a perfectly good social area on board.

He moved with a deliberate calm, each step a whisper against the worn wooden floor, his gait put slightly off by the heavy six shot revolver he wore slung low on his hip. The murmur of conversation hushed for a moment as the regulars glanced up from their drinks, their curiosity piqued by this unexpected guest. With a slight nod to the bartender, the quiet man slid onto a stool at the far end of the bar, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the neon signs above. He ordered a drink with a low, almost inaudible voice, his demeanor a blend of mystery and solitude. The bar resumed its rhythm, but the man remained an enigma, a silent observer in the tapestry of the night.

Lyndzie walked in and saw the Commander sitting by himself. She wanted to sit down and have a drink but was completely unsure of what to drink. She sat down 2 chairs away. “Bartender, a couple of shots of vodka.” She said. Lyndzie had noticed the commander again. “Oh, commander. Hello. Sorry if I am interrupting. I just thought I’d come down and have a couple of drinks.” She looked at him and said with a semi-smile.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Lyndzie Angel
Chief Operations Officer
U.S.S. Saracen

Kolar pivoted his body slightly, opening his hips and exposing his six-shooter. It would make his draw faster if he intended to pull out his weapon. “Two drinks for one person.” He rasped.

“That is a person who’s trying to forget their troubles or looking to cause some.” He looked her up and down, “you won’t be making an name drawing on me young lady.”

Kolar

She looked at him wondering what he’s talking about. “Commander? Are you okay?” She asked him.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Lyndzie Angel
Chief Operations Officer
U.S.S. Saracen

“You come into my town and my bar, and you ask me if I’m alright?” He nodded back to the door, “we have a pretty good dentist in town, he doubles as our doc… maybe he can fix what you got going on. If not, its four bits to pull a tooth, two bits for a haircut.” He picked up his drink. “He’s a barber too.”

Ally walked into the room and let out a laugh. “Why do all men love westerns,” she teased moving across the space to where Kolar and Angel were standing. Ally might have been teasing about the motiff however that did not mean she was not partaking in the design of the space. She wore a pale blue dress that covered herself from wrist to ankle. A black belt accented her waist that matched her black boots. On her head, Ally wore a large black hat typical of the era with band of material contrasting the hat in the same color as her dress. The white gloves on her hand matched the racy white lace that poked out at the hem of the dress and around her neck line.

“Ma’aam” Kolar said not unpolitely.

“I can tell you that this little number,” she twirled in so that the skirt flared out a bit, “was exactly what my father thought I should have worn to prom.” Moving to the bar she ordered a sasparilla before nodding at the XO. “Mister Balfor,” she said with a teasing twang. “Miss Angel,” she greeted Lyndzie. “How are ya’ll doing this fine day.”

Ally Scott CMO

“”I’m not sure that this tavern is the right place for a lady to sully her shoes in. But I offer you a sasperilla, if you fine the whiskey rot gut not to your liking.”

Kolar