Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 8:53:17 GMT -8
While the Talon was being towed to SGE, Mei had gotten the pleasant experience of being examined with Sig, before behind interviewed regarding what had happened during this mission, from the collision on up to her encounter with Jacoby was on the bridge. Though she’d been told that Monroe was alive, he’d not returned to the Talon, and that further soured her mood. Why did it have to be Monroe that suffered? If he really was dead, why couldn’t the Ea’n’Dra’s victim have been that worthless upstart Jacoby? She’d seen better leadership out of Red Squadron cadets.
For the moment, judgement regarding punishments was on hold, and the Talon crew had largely been released to the station to get a bit of rest and relaxation after the hellish mission they’d come from. For Mei, this meant finding her way to the first establishment that sold alcohol, and finding the bartender who looked least likely to cut her off any time soon.
She pondered the selection for a few moments, trying to decide what best suited her fancy. She knew it was “myth” that different forms of alcohol influenced people in different ways, but she didn’t buy those studies at all. Tequila was magic juice. It made women lose their clothes or their tempers… or both. “Margarita, please,” she said.
“Coming right up,” the bartender said, and went to work making her drink. Ordinarily, Mei would have drunk it straight, but she hadn’t had breakfast, and she felt that a bit of citrus juice mixed with her alcohol was a solid substitute.
“Got any nachos?” she asked. If she was going for a Mexican theme, she might as well go all the way.
“Of course, I’ll have someone bring you an order. Pork, chicken, beef…”
“Beef,” Mei said. “No sour cream.” Dairy didn’t mix well with alcohol. Her drink appeared in front of her, and she took a long swig from it, closing her eyes in delight as the burn of the alcohol hit her throat, confirming that it was real alcohol, and great quantities of it.
I wonder if I can just stay on the station for the rest of my life… Sadly, SGE didn’t have tremendous need for pilots, save a squad of not-terribly-talented ones who flew runabouts to and from the planet. It wasn't worth good alcohol to deal with a bunch of half-wit rookies who couldn't tell their ass from a black hole in space...
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For the moment, judgement regarding punishments was on hold, and the Talon crew had largely been released to the station to get a bit of rest and relaxation after the hellish mission they’d come from. For Mei, this meant finding her way to the first establishment that sold alcohol, and finding the bartender who looked least likely to cut her off any time soon.
She pondered the selection for a few moments, trying to decide what best suited her fancy. She knew it was “myth” that different forms of alcohol influenced people in different ways, but she didn’t buy those studies at all. Tequila was magic juice. It made women lose their clothes or their tempers… or both. “Margarita, please,” she said.
“Coming right up,” the bartender said, and went to work making her drink. Ordinarily, Mei would have drunk it straight, but she hadn’t had breakfast, and she felt that a bit of citrus juice mixed with her alcohol was a solid substitute.
“Got any nachos?” she asked. If she was going for a Mexican theme, she might as well go all the way.
“Of course, I’ll have someone bring you an order. Pork, chicken, beef…”
“Beef,” Mei said. “No sour cream.” Dairy didn’t mix well with alcohol. Her drink appeared in front of her, and she took a long swig from it, closing her eyes in delight as the burn of the alcohol hit her throat, confirming that it was real alcohol, and great quantities of it.
I wonder if I can just stay on the station for the rest of my life… Sadly, SGE didn’t have tremendous need for pilots, save a squad of not-terribly-talented ones who flew runabouts to and from the planet. It wasn't worth good alcohol to deal with a bunch of half-wit rookies who couldn't tell their ass from a black hole in space...
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