1Lt Arturo Maxwell - Watching Me, Watching You.... Aha!

[Iain Turnbull]

((Writers Room, USS Octavia E Butler))

Koryan: What do you two plan to do after this? 

Yinn: Response

Maxwell: Nae decided yet.

It seemed that Koryan's plans for the evening had been decided, as a hand went up from one of the newly arrived patrons.

Koryan: Looks like I’m going to be distracted for a while.  

Maxwell: Nae bother big man, we're just fine here the now.

Max brandished his glass as an indicator and took a sip.

Yinn: Response

Koryan: Feel free to come hang out at the bar any time - and let me know if you need anything else.  

Teeth white against his purple skin as he grinned, Koryan turned for the other end of the bar.

The conversation with Yinn drifted back and forth for a while, and for a moment Max felt as if he was being watched.

Scanning his eyes around the bar, he found his attention being drawn towards one particular table. A table occupied by a young Ensign, whom he caught looking straight at him. The ensign looked away quickly.

He was about to turn back towards the bar when he noticed he was being watched again. Glass in hand, he inclinied his head slightly in greeting, earning a gentle tip of the glass and a shy smile in return.
Politely excusing himself from his seat, Max rose from his seat and strolled across the room with a visible air of confidence that was actually no more bulletproof than a merangue.

Maxwell: Is this seat taken?

[End Scene for Maxwell]]

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1st Lieutenant Arturo Maxwell.

Marine Officer, 4/73 Marines.

USS Octavia E Butler: NCC-82850.

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