Jack at the bar, finally
It's the level of noise that hits her first, that familiar chattering of a hundred different conversations being carried out all at once. After that it's the smell, nothing like the recycled air aboard the Normandy. By the time Jack finishes pushing open the door, she's already wearing a happy, almost relieved grin. She's been through a lot since her last time here, and she was starting to wonder if she'd ever see the Bar again. Obviously this is a question that has now been answered.
The thumping of heavy boots carries her across the room, where she takes a seat and runs her hands over the much-missed wood. Nothing quite like it anywhere else. "Let's have a couple of shots, huh? I've got plenty to celebrate and just enough cash for a party-of-one." She hasn't had a good drink in quite some time, and Jack feels as if the first order of business should be to rectify this. She can look over the data on Cerberus when she gets back to the ship. All work and no play, as the saying goes.
For now, Jack just smiles and knocks back her first drink. She's earned it.
The thumping of heavy boots carries her across the room, where she takes a seat and runs her hands over the much-missed wood. Nothing quite like it anywhere else. "Let's have a couple of shots, huh? I've got plenty to celebrate and just enough cash for a party-of-one." She hasn't had a good drink in quite some time, and Jack feels as if the first order of business should be to rectify this. She can look over the data on Cerberus when she gets back to the ship. All work and no play, as the saying goes.
For now, Jack just smiles and knocks back her first drink. She's earned it.