CPO Ilid Zakrem: In the bar

[Jansen Orrey]

((Three Stripes - Amity Outpost))

The trip back to Amity had passed in time unbothered with AA reports to compile, complete and log. Not that there was much in the way of action in the traditional sense or that there was anything wrong with a dry report.

There were however rituals to be complete and the Song to be sung to. While the pub was likely as good a candidate as any for the Loan, what Ilid needed was more likely to be found in the place with the simple three blue lines above its door.

Darkly lit, main bar, six booths facing the bar. Likely setup to draw the eye to the spirits on the glowing blue shelves. They would know how to listen. The place was a little full but that would be tolerated. He found an empty barstool and moved to sit down with a nod as the Secretary removed her coat from it.

Aitas: I can’t say I’ve seen you here before. Do you have a favorite cocktail?

Zakrem: I do in fact. What do you recommend though?

Aitas: I’m partial to a Horga’hn Hammer, myself, but everything I’ve tried thus far has been good.

He looked down the bar either way, it made logical sense The Song was balanced here but on a knife’s edge with wild excursions.

Zakrem: I see. And your ::looking up for a moment to consider the word:: Pet?

Aitas: Fureri is off keeping an eye on my son. He’s only eight. 

Ilid continued to consider the conversation, he could be honest at the moment.

Zakrem: Not a higher power to trust with surveillance that the works of Eccia’s Daughters.

A bartender stopped in front of Ilid and he smiled warmly before holding up two fingers.

Zakrem: The first is a little odd but if I could get a small cup of a ninety-five percent hot chocolate ::he held his fingers up in roughly the size of an espresso cup.:: And for the rest of the evening a dirty gin martini in a frozen glass. You have my utmost thanks.

Ilid dipped his head before turning his attention back to the diplomat.

Zakrem: So diplomacy, botany and fashion. What else have you done in your life?

Aitas: Response?

Ilid considered this before broaching the topic he likely suspected they both knew was coming.

Zakrem: You will forgive my being forward but I couldn’t help but notice the sound of your fanthae and the flying thing the Commander had matched. The same maker then?

Aitas: Response?

Tag/TBC

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Chief Petty Officer 

Ilid Zakrem

Special Operations Officer

Amity Outpost

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