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[queenairlock]

Laura was beginning to think that the lack of stress with her job was making her a little stir crazy. It was easy to not think about being trapped on Colonial One or Galactica when the fleet needed you, or the Quorum was complaining, or the cylons were constantly at your throat

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[commander_spock]

Spock normally would not go into such an establishment, as they were usually a den of uncouth, rowdy, and insubordinate behavior. However, such places were usually a premier location if one endeavored to find Dr. McCoy or Captain Kirk.

Taking a seat next to Laura, he sat his folded hands on the bar. "I will have an orange juice."

"An orange juice?" The bartender said, brow knitting behind the 'H' on his forehead. But then he tilted to better look at Spock's ears, completely incredulous. "Ah. Of course. It would have to be an orange juice. One orange juice coming right up...."

Spock's brow climbed as he walked away, seemingly unphased. It wasn't as if he didn't encounter this sort of reaction frequently. "Curious," he muttered quietly, probably just to voice it.

[queenairlock]

Laura was amused by the man's request for orange juice at a bar, but who was she to question it? And really, as long as he was a paying customer, no one should.

When he spoke to himself, she chuckled softly and shook her head, sipping her own drink as she crossed her legs.

[commander_spock]

The fact she seemed to acknowledge him caught his interest. He sat up a little straighter, waiting for the bartender to retrieve his beverage.

"I am afraid I am still unfamiliar with many of the citizens of the station. Or rather, the ones that appear to be imported from external locations. I am Spock," he introduced civilly, offering her a hand.

[queenairlock]

Laura turned to him and smiled, taking his hand. "Laura Roslin. It's nice to meet you, Spock," she said warmly. "I think that most of us are in the same situation, not knowing what may be customary from one person to the next. I've found a handshake does translate well in most cultures."

[oldmanadama]

There was someone else in the bar who was taking in the surroundings - or in this case, cataloguing it for potential threats. When he noticed the woman seated at the bar, he smiled a little before making his way over (careful to make sure that he was not seen), sliding into the seat next to her.

"Hey there, stranger."

[queenairlock]

Laura looked up and smiled widely at him, on her second glass of ambrosia by now. She felt warm and relaxed, but not too loose.

"Hey yourself. Come for an after work cocktail?"

[oldmanadama]

Bill shrugged. "Something like that." There was still a mountain of paperwork to get through (especially with the increased brig security), but he'd had enough of it for one day. He leaned on the bar, watching Laura for a moment.

It was nice seeing her so relaxed.

"Anything you'd recommend?"

[queenairlock]

"The ambrosia is fantastic here," she said as she handed over her glass to him. "I haven't been adventurous enough yet to try things I've never heard of."

Re-crossing her legs, she smoothed out her skirt a little, her long legs capped off by a pair of black heels.