Posted Feb. 11, 2019, 4:27 a.m. by Civilian Teek'ma Downs (Manager, The Mystique Club) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Avalise Rendana (Chief of Operations) in The Mystique Club - The Proof’s in the Egg
Posted by Civilian Teek’ma Downs (Manager, The Mystique Club) in The Mystique Club - The Proof’s in the Egg
OOC: This is a larger side sim I am doing. Anyone is free to join in. :)
IC:
Another day, another job, another place.As he walked into the bar, he sighed to himself as he ran his hand over his dark mop of hair. Another bar. They really should give him hazard pay for all the times his work led him to or from a bar. His boot heels clunked on the deck as he stepped in, and after a brief moment of inspecting the locale and the current patrons, he moved to the bar and signalled to the nearest person. “Is there a Miss Teek’ma here?” He wasn’t Human, but his species wasn’t immediately identifiable. Dark eyes, black hair, no notable ridges or facial markings- he could pass for a number of different species.
~Mystery Man
The man behind the bar, a fairly good looking young human male, furrowed his brow slightly. “Who’s asking?” He came over and leaned on the counter. He wasn’t much smaller than the man across from him, but his arms were a bit wider and his look definitely one that said he was going to be overly protective of his boss. “If you just want a drink, I’m capable of taking care of that. No need to bother Ms Downs.” He stood up trying to look less menacing and grabbed a glass. “What’ll it be?”
A waitress off to his left moved from the table she had been cleaning off, towards the back of the bar where a door led to a small office with a window that looked over the establishment.
Cody
Barkeep“Nothing to drink,” the man said simply. “But is there anything decent to eat around here?” He leaned forward, resting his weight on folded arms on the bar. “As for Miz Downs, I have something to deliver to her directly. My instructions were not to give it to the help.”
~Mystery Man
Cody smiled, “Suit yourself, Mister. And yeah, plenty to eat.” He slid the small padd towards him and moved to serve a drink down the bar. “She’ll get the message,” he called to the stranger as he walked away.
As the man clicked on the padd, he would see an extensive list of cuisines from Earth, Vulcan, Romulan, Klingon and every other species known as well as some dishes from visitors that made little to no sense. Food, drinks, and everything in between were available.
A moment later, Teek came up beside Cody and tapped his arm as she passed him and moved to the stranger. “I am Teek’ma Downs. I understand you are looking for me.” She was a woman of medium build and just enough Orion in her blood to give her a slightly green tint. She didn’t have the pheromone ability of most of her line, but the intuitiveness was there, none the less. She was calm, as if she expected nothing more than a compliment on her chocolate cake recipes. And she stood, feet braced, at the bar, she cocked her head slightly and waited for his response. She didn’t like people coming in and asking for her, specifically. It didn’t usually end well.
Teek
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