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Lorin's eyes lit up at the thought of a beer, "We've got just the place-a
pub called O'Lancy's". They walked down and into the pub-just before they walked
in, "By the way if you have a good story the drinks might be on the house." He
smiled as they walked in.
Jared smiled. "How much trouble do you think I would be in if I
shared some stories of my old Academy days with Admiral Lasiter?"
"I'd love to hear them but with recent events regarding the death of his
son..." Lorin wasn't sure he wanted to go there.
They sat and waited until Beatrice herself came over, "Hello Beatrice-long
time no see. I'm on duty but my friend here would like a beer off the
tap."
"And wot makes ye think ye diserv a mug o' ale, Adm'ral?" asked the girl as
she leaned on the table. She was a tall girl with dark red hair and deep
green eyes. She was pretty, but did not play on her looks. She
wanted respect for her talents, but was not afraid of teasing her
customers. They paid for their drinks as much with their shattered egos as
with their credits. It didn't matter if you were a cadet or an admiral,
you were fair game for her teasing.
Lorin sat back and smiled, watching the discourse.
Jared took in the barmaid with a smile. This was the kind of
atmosphere he could live with. No false pretentions. Just
straightforward honesty. He sometimes wondered how he ended up in his
field, which seemed filled with puffed up feathers and formality. "Well,
miss, I was sort of hoping that a good tale and my charming smile would get me
far."
Beatrice whooped with laughter. "Two ale comin' up!" It was
rare for a customer to stand up to her.
Jared turned to face his host, "I gather she is part of the charm of the
place?"
(Renaud?)
"It seems like the station has rebounded from the attack fairly
well."
(Renaud?)
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