Re: The perfect night.

Who: Kyla and Keith
Where: Parrott's Bar aboard the BD
When: Just after the snip (love being online late at night, means
other people are online too!)
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> This became
> the universally fabled 'Perfect night', the one time that
everybody
> in any one pub was totally happy and nothing went wrong at all.
This
> is partly because everybody had absolutely nothing important to do
at
> the time...
</snip>
After Jasmine unsubtly booted her in the ribs and told her to wake
up, Kyla decided to go and get more alcohol. She was not a drunken
fool by nature, just by... well, the thing is, a Bachelor of Arts
doesn't get you very far, you need to do something more than that,
and she hadn't, which was why she'd gotten the job as a bar wench
years ago, then joined the JMC, and, well, surrounded by all that
alcohol, it was obvious that the effect it had on her was going to
be slightly more than just an annoyingly long run-on sentence.
She found the bar, which wasn't hard, since JMC ships were all built
exactly the same way, and, well, she was an expert on bars. She
could also hear loud music and smell beer, which was a bit of a
giveaway. She went into the bar. She obtained a rather larger than
standard vodka and raspberry, either because she was charming and
sweet or because she had a look on her face that said "give me
alcohol or give YOU death". She sat down. Then the sentence
structure broke from the irritating repetition of "she" as Kyla
spotted someone she knew.
"Keith?"
"What now?"
As if their conversation had only stopped for her to go to the loo.
And then there was a double-take.
"_Kyla_?"
"Keith! Buddy!" Kyla carefully didn't spill her drink as she
relocated herself to beside her newly re-newfound bestest ever
friend. Whom she'd met just a couple of hours before her adventure
with the stasis pod.
Things were looking up already.
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