"So, what kin ah get ye gents?"
"How about glass of Harp, and how about some of your famous pot roast?"
"Aye, Ah think ah ken handle that, Adm'ral," said Beatrice. She glanced at Jared. "'Nother pint o' Guinness for you?"
Jared just nodded.
Beatrice left to go get there order.
Jared watched herself and chuckled. "I could definitely have used someone like that where I have been stationed for the last couple of years. Too many lawyers and judges means too much seriousness."
"It's not much better here. The down to earth, low key joints are here. It's just that I don't have time to visit them."
"You should try and make the time. We all have to eat. Why not try and do it at a place where you can have some fun and meet people like Beatrice?"
"Meals have been just about the only time that I have had to myself these days. A sad existance that only seems to get even more so.", Lasiter said solmnly. "You know that I was just getting the air cleared and old axes burried between Sam and I when he died...", he revealed after a deep breath.
Lasiter was being surprisingly open and forward. It was not his way to be so open. Actually, it was not his way to be open at all. He usually held things close to the vest, especially personal matters. Those closest to him usually had to pry information out of him.
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