A Bar - Day 23 (Evening) - Open/Unfinished
The shore leave they'd been given was, unfortunately, a working shore leave. But that didn't mean they didn't have time for a little fun inbetweentimes. The last phase of the repairs was scheduled to start in the morning, as was the crisis training...by his reckoning, that left a good twelve hours yet which could be happily spent in alcoholic oblivion.
The bar itself - he hadn't caught the name - was a nice enough place. It was dimly lit and already just this side of busy, music providing a background noise; the walls were lined with booths, and tables were grouped around an empty space in the center of the room which would presumably become a dancefloor later in the night. Posters plastered over the rear wall of a small stage promised - or possibly threatened - karaoke. There were a few pool tables towards the back, and of course the important part: a well-stocked bar.
He made his way through the crowd - and wasn't it brilliant to be in civvies again - and leaned against the bar, waiting to be served.
The bar itself - he hadn't caught the name - was a nice enough place. It was dimly lit and already just this side of busy, music providing a background noise; the walls were lined with booths, and tables were grouped around an empty space in the center of the room which would presumably become a dancefloor later in the night. Posters plastered over the rear wall of a small stage promised - or possibly threatened - karaoke. There were a few pool tables towards the back, and of course the important part: a well-stocked bar.
He made his way through the crowd - and wasn't it brilliant to be in civvies again - and leaned against the bar, waiting to be served.
