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Donovan pipes up, "What's on tap?" The bar wench, an extremely attractive young lady with a thick brogue and cascading waves of flaming red hair, moved to their table and took a seat on the captain's lap. She smiled at the group and said, "on tap we have all forms of Guiness, Killians, and two of our own house brews," she told him. "We also have bottled beer from around the galaxy, including Orion grasht." She turned to Colin. "Good to see you again, Uncle Captain Colin," she greeted him, with a quick peck on the cheek. Their captain had been trying not to blush, but he was unable to keep it entirely off his face. "My neice," he introduced them. "Noreen," Donovan smiled at the sight. He could not imagine his father, a Starfleet Admiral, having anyone sit on his lap while out with his senior officers. Part of his smile was imaging some of Starfleet's most notable starship captains in this very position... Capt. Kirk, Capt. Sulu, Capt. Janeway, Capt. Picard... each sige made him more and more amused. Donovan was not the only one who got a kick out of Noreen. Ariel covered her mouth with one of her hands to suppress a smile. It was clear that the uncle and his niece were close. She probably had a few tales to tell that he would not want his junior officers to know about. "A pleasure to meet you, Noreen," replied Ariel. "A white zinfandel will do it for me." "Well, then... The house brew sounds interesting. Would one of your two house brews be a lager, by chance?" {response} AJ |
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