Bar-Day 29 (evening)-open
Donnie didn't catch the name of the bar as they entered. That was due mostly to the fact that he was looking at his feet the whole time and keeping the doctor in his periphery. He'd taken a little more uptake inhibitor as he had done yesterday to keep him calm enough to make it through the people and pass the observation decks, which there were a plenty.
Luckily the doctor seemed as adverse to the view of space as he did so they seemed to bypass those areas as much as he would have liked. That previous morning they had both been at a self-defense style class led by a very strong woman. Strong was a nice way to say 'rather frightening.' Soon after the class ended the CMO had asked Donnie to go drinking. A few days prior Donnie had been asked the same thing, which he declined. But yesterday he'd been in a moment of physical weakness, the only thing he attributed to his temporary slip of coherence that lead him to this moment.
The bar was dim, which was a comfort. He could see the door clearly and he couldn't see the other people. Though he could feel them. That was slightly disturbing. He took a bar stool in a corner as there were fewer people sat at the bar than at the tables, and turned a wane smile at his companion.
"All you talked it up to be," he mumbled. And that might have been sarcasm. Who knew.
Luckily the doctor seemed as adverse to the view of space as he did so they seemed to bypass those areas as much as he would have liked. That previous morning they had both been at a self-defense style class led by a very strong woman. Strong was a nice way to say 'rather frightening.' Soon after the class ended the CMO had asked Donnie to go drinking. A few days prior Donnie had been asked the same thing, which he declined. But yesterday he'd been in a moment of physical weakness, the only thing he attributed to his temporary slip of coherence that lead him to this moment.
The bar was dim, which was a comfort. He could see the door clearly and he couldn't see the other people. Though he could feel them. That was slightly disturbing. He took a bar stool in a corner as there were fewer people sat at the bar than at the tables, and turned a wane smile at his companion.
"All you talked it up to be," he mumbled. And that might have been sarcasm. Who knew.