Posted May 10, 2021, 1:53 p.m. by Civilian Michael 'Big Mike' McKenzie (Bartender - Mike's Place) (James Sinclair)
If the slow pace bothered him, he didn’t show it. He walked next to her, hands clasped behind his back. “I’m glad you like it. Holo-programs are a hobby of mine.” he said without bragging. “As far as something about me? I grew up on the east coast of North America on Earth. Connecticut. My dad was a wine and spirits broker. My mom was a software designer. Apple didn’t fall too far from the tree there, I guess. We lived on the bay, and I learned to sail and fish. I spent almost every spare moment I could by or on the water.” and he looked out over the fjord and sighed softly. “So how much you want to know, Rev?” he asked, and turned to look at her. “Grav knows my history and I don’t hide it. But it ain’t pretty, at least until we get to the punk rock bartender part. ” and he looked at her and winked.
She stopped and turned to face him when he asked the question. Revna didn’t push, often. But now was the question now was, was had he asked her here as a person or as a counselor? “However much you want to tell me, Mike. But we both know that if you thought I was a fragile hot house plant you never would have bet me 2 dates.”
“Not quite a conversation for a first date… and I don’t want you on the clock.” he said and took one her hands and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting it go. “So I guess it just depends on how much you want to get to know me. And you are far from a house plant. Fragile one or otherwise.” and he smiled at her and then turned and began, very slowly, to walk again.
Revna walked along silently next to him for a ways. “I grew up on Earth, on a small island, Bømlo, in the North Sea. We lived close to the land and the sea, doing things the old fashioned way, as it were. My mother was a teacher and my father mostly a historian, but, he and my uncle, own a brewery that produces the most incredible mead to be found. My uncle even makes a liquor that would knock the stoutest of drinkers on their backside.” It was quite the question he’d put to her, but Revna was always honest. “Under normal circumstances, Mike, I would very much like to know you, not just one small piece. But these are not normal circumstances.”
“Edman Meadery? That’s your family? Awesome. I love that stuff. Have four bottles at the bar.” he said with a smile and then the rest of what she said registered. He slowed and looked down at her and said “So what isn’t normal? The fact we are here because of a bet? I mean, I don’t wanna… but if you need or want to go, you can. I’m not gonna hold you to a date if you don’t want to do it. I’m not a complete ass.” and he smiled a half-smile. He didn’t want her to not want to be there, but if that was the case… no harm, no foul.
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