"It'd Be a Shame if a Garrison Had to Leave You Here..."

Log Date:
	8/26/97

Log Cast:
	Cami Garrison, Lerren (NPC), Howie Darklighter, Rellawy Woodlake,
Kendra Sa'argreen, Thraknor

Log Intro:
	The past couple of days had been tense for Rell, but no tenser than
usual; thankfully, there had been absolutely no sign of the thug Galdric and
his Gamorrean partner, and she had begun to wonder whether her sense of the
two of them had finally begun to wear off. Several days had passed since she'd
healed Galdric, and she'd only glancingly touched Tabak during the fight with
Drake... long enough to get him back onto his feet again. Thomas Drake's sense 
in her mind had faded -- though Rell suspected that was due more to his having 
left the moon than time passed since she'd healed his blaster burn.
	She'd shown up when she could for work in the Burning Deck, and
the usual motley band of sentients had made their rounds of the place. The
tiny rodentoid had been a change of pace -- Rell was amazed that a creature
smaller than she and apparently rather more defenseless was running about
Nar Shaddaa, and she found herself worrying about the little creature who'd
called himself Meenik, as the bar got started for another day of business...

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Cami comes through the double swinging doors and enters the bar from the 
  floor outside.
Cami has arrived.
Cami walks into the bar, her eyes bleary and red, from lack of sleep..Her 
  appearance slightly disheveled..and moves towards the bar, after glancing 
  about, sitting down heavily on a stool, and sighs.."Stong black caf please.."

Looking slightly drowsy himself at this time of the continually active day of 
  the Smuggler's Moon, the bartender nods gruffly and starts building a 
  coffee; behind him on a countertop is a brewing pot, smelling of the stuff, 
  not too old quite yet.

Cami sifts through her utility belt for some credits, and lays them onto the 
  bar, yawning..blinking a couple times and mutters under her breath.

The requested coffee is provided, along with a 'there yah go,' from the 
  bartender. He's actually got a cup of the stuff himself, which he turns to 
  drink from, once the customer is served. Must not be too bad a brew, if the 
  'tender is drinking it.

Cami sighs and takes a sip of coffee, leaning back in her stool, glancing at 
  the sparsely populated bar, and rubs her eyes.

Not too many sentients here, no, not at this hour. Some die-hards are hanging 
  out nevertheless, a scattering of beings mostly keeping to themselves as 
  they nurse whatever beverages they've been provided. The Deck's young 
  waitress is in view, moving tiredly herself, cleaning off the top of one of 
  the unoccupied tables.

Cami mumbles something and pulls out a small pocket secretary and flips it 
  open..typing quickly, looking up to glance about occasionally.

For the most part, the bar remains pretty much quiet, the relative silience 
  unbroken save by the occasional drunken babbling of the amphibious-looking 
  sort of creature parked in the booth at the very back of the bar, and the 
  shuffle of the chairs hoisted up and over as the waitress does her work.

Cami looks up..keeping an eye on the door..as if watching for someone and 
  sighs..going back to her typing.

Howie comes through the double swinging doors and enters the bar from the 
  floor outside.
Howie has arrived.

The bar continues to be quiet at this hour, as the Burning Deck's bartender 
  hands out rather more coffee than liquor for once to get his credits, and 
  its waitress works her way through the unoccupied tables, cleaning off their 
  surfaces. Both the bartender and the young waitress look rather tired this 
  morning, the waitress more so.

Cami sits at the bar and glances up, spotting Howie and smiles slightly, 
  nodding, waving him over..her appearance, like she hasn't slept..her eyes a 
  bit puffy and red, a data pad in her hands.

Howie walks in through the blaster beaten swinging double doors. He takes a 
  few steps in and looks at the surroundings. He sees Cami waving him over and 
  thinks for a few seconds, looking around again before deciding to walk over 
  to her. He takes a seat at the bar next to Cami, "I see we meet again."

Cami
Standing before you is a human female. She stands about 5'8" tall and weighs 
  about 140 lbs. Her black hair is held together in a thick braid that hangs 
  down her waist. Her blue eyes are alert, and take in her surroundings 
  quickly. She is dressed simply in a green jumpsuit, that has patches ripped 
  off the sleeve. And a black utility belt around her waist. Around her hips 
  is a holster which houses her blaster. Her black, calf length boots are 
  polished, and zipper up the sides. She wears a black leather coat, that 
  looks like a duster, and has the sleeves rolled up. Her complexion is fair, 
  but with the healthy glow of the outdoors.

Howie
        Standing before you is a man who stands about six foot tall. He has 
  deep brown hair and clear, sea colored green eyes. For now, you can't see 
  the green eyes since he is wearing a pair of gold rimmed, sunglasses. The 
  glass lens are reflecting. His hair is smoothed back and seems to be just 
  perfect, it doesn't stick up too much and isn't flat.
        He is wearing a brown flight jacket. The jacket it a bit puffy and 
  seems to be used. There are some small rips on it. The jacket has a leather 
  exterior, only a few area still reflects light, some parts seems dull now. 
  On the jacket are some old patches with pictures of a pair of wings and 
  others with different items on it. There are two pockets near the waste area 
  of the flight jacket. The jacket is zipped half-way up from the top, 
  exposing a green flight suit with a collar and few buttons below the collar. 
  The jacket seems to be made of some sort of soft material. He is wearing a 
  pair of green flight pants. They are tucked into his black boots. The black 
  boots contain black laces and black rubber soles. When Howie walked, you can 
  hear light thumbs on the ground.
        When he sees you looking in his direction, he gives you a nice smile 
  and a curt nod before turning back and continuing his business.

Cami smiles and points to a seat.."Make yer self comfy..I have a few questions 
  Darklighter.."

Howie doesn't move in his seat and grins, "So, I come here to relax and now I 
  get interrogated, guess a usual day for me then. Okay, whats up?"
Howie looks at you for a moment.

Cami smiles slightly and leans over..speaking only so he can hear.."What's the 
  word?..I must tell you, that I had three men following me last night..They 
  caught up with me at The Kache..I didn't much appreciate it.."

Off across the bar, Rell swings a chair out and away from one of the tables, 
  wrinkling her nose at the stain of spilled alcohol upon it. This she wipes 
  down with her cleaning cloth, and when she swings the chair back into place, 
  something under the table lets out an indignant squeak. The waitress leans 
  over, peers in under the table, and sighs. "Out o' there, with ye. We're not 
  a hotel. Go sleep somewhere else." With some effort, she coaxes the 
  inebriated creature out of there and sends it staggering towards the door.

Howie raises a brow, looking around cautiously, then turns his attention back 
  to Cami, "What do you mean, what's the word? And who were the men that were 
  following you?"

Cami smiles and shrugs slightly..Keeping her voice low.."I have a ship full of 
  supplies..If you want them..set something up..And also..these men didn't 
  leave greeting cards..But they said they didn't like who I worked for..That 
  threw me a bit..I now have to hire a security team.."

Howie nods and looks straight forward, then says, "I can probably patch you 
  through in a couple of days, the security part I can provide in space, on 
  the ground, I won't be much help. I have a blaster but that won't do much."

Leaving the pair of customers to their private conversation, the bartender 
  goes about his business, once hollering over to the waitress, "Rell! Need 
  another coupla bottles of brandy up here, kid. Get 'em from the back, will 
  yah?"

"Aye, Lerren," returns the waitress, aiming off towards the back of the bar 
  and the dingy entraceway back there.

Cami smiles slightly and quirks a brow.."I have a whole locker full..I used to 
  hunt..But it doesn't do ya much good if you're outnumbered..They said they 
  knew which ship was mine..That worried me a bit..

Howie grins, "Well, if it makes you feel better, anybody would know which ship 
  is mine. And what I'm doing with the ship. Just to let you know that you're 
  not alone in this galaxy."

Cami chuckles a bit and nods..sipping her coffee.."Buy ya a caf..or something 
  stronger?"..and rubs her eyes..stifling a yawn with the back of her hand.

Howie grins, "I'll take a Corellian Whiskey, Whyren's Reserves if they have 
  them."

Cami glances at the bartender and rolls her eyes slightly.."Expensive 
  tastes..Corellian Whisky for my friend here..Whyren's Reserve.."

As if magnetically drawn over by the mention of whiskey -- the bartender, it 
  seems, has a good filter on his hearing, and alcohol gets through quite well 
  even when he's not obviously in earshot -- the man's back over in a blink. 
  He cracks a grin and says lazily, "Lady, we got every kind of Corellian 
  liquor you can name. Comin' right up." He goes about pouring out a mug of 
  the requested brew.

Kendra comes through the double swinging doors and enters the bar from the 
  floor outside.
Kendra has arrived.

Howie grins and says, "I can pay for it, doesn't always have to be you paying 
  for it you know."

Cami chuckles and waves her hand.."You don't take it with you." And she drops 
  some credits onto the bar.

The young waitress emerges from the back again, bearing a bottle of brandy in 
  either hand; she approaches the bar and hefts them across it to her 
  employer, observing, "As ye wanted, Ler. Found a '92 and a '98." As the 
  bartender's occupied with handing the man his whiskey, he just nods to Rell, 
  before turning to take the bottles and set them into easy reach on the 
  shelves behind him.

Kendra
A young female human, Kendra is slightly below-average in height and has a 
  light, trim, build. Her hair is chestnut in color, and is usually pulled 
  back in a loose ponytail to keep it out of her way. (It tends to be flyaway 
  in dry ship air.) Her eyes are striking, not in particular brilliance but in 
  color, because they can't seem to make up their minds if they are brown or 
  green, and so are an interestingly speckled mix of the two. She's wearing 
  simple, versatile clothes: well-worn pants, a light tunic, and a heavy duty 
  vest with a sprinkling of pockets.

Rellawy(#242Pc)
This is a young human woman, about 5'4" in height, with a stocky, compact 
  build. Her hair is a sun-streaked mass of honey-gold, framing a face with 
  generously defined features, and a faint smattering of freckles across her 
  nose and cheekbones. She is not exactly lovely, not with a slight crook to 
  that freckled nose and a jawline too broadly drawn to be delicate, but 
  neither is she truly plain; rather, there is something austere and elemental 
  about her, centered in the blue-green gaze of her slant-set, almond-shaped 
  eyes. When she speaks, it is with a soft lilting brogue.
Her clothing is old and faded in hue. There's a dusty blue shirt probably 
  originally intended for a man, its sleeves rolled up to her elbows, its 
  tails tucked into black work breeches that sport several pockets along their 
  legs, and which are in turn tucked into calf-high, travel-worn brown suede 
  boots. Most of her hair is caught back behind her neck in a thick, sloppy 
  ponytail bound down near its end with blue leather; the rest of it, though, 
  has been wound into a pair of braids before either of her ears, and into one 
  of these braids is wound another blue thong, sporting several tiny glass 
  beads and a pair of dark-streaked brown feathers.

Howie asks, "What kind of supplies have you gotten, Miss Garrison?"

Kendra slips in through the doors, looking around carefully. A grin settles 
  onto her face as she approves of the place, and heads toward the bar.

Cami quirks a brow slightly and chuckles.."Oh..ship parts..med 
  supplies..survival packs..food..Corellian Ale..Nerf Steak..Basics.."

By the door, the big ursoid on duty as guard sniffs passingly at the third 
  customer to enter in about ten minutes, before settling back down to keep 
  his vigil.

The waitress returns to her own business, scanning the place for anything else 
  that needs cleaning, and any other sentients that might need to be pried out 
  of their seats.

Howie nods, "Thats good. All that stuff, we need. Even though some are 
  considered luxury foods to me." He ends his comment with a smile.

Cami chuckles and drinks at her caf and shrugs.."Basic where I lived..Why 
  suffer when ya don't have to?..That's my motto for things..And besides..I 
  really need to be kept busy right now..Personal reasons.."

Kendra reaches the bar, nodding a greeting to the people there.

Cami glances toward Kendra and returns the nod..smiling slightly, before 
  turning back to Howie.

Howie nods to Kendra and takes a sip from his mug. He turns back to Cami, 
  "Well, I've been pretty busy myself, usual patrols and reconnaissance duty. 
  I get pulled for double shifts, sometimes triple shifts."

The bartender, at the arrival of Kendra, ambles over to her with a gruffly 
  amiable, "What'll it be?"

Kendra half-listens to the conversation as she turns to the bartender, "Got 
  any of that Chandrillan ale in?" she asks, scanning the shelves.

Cami chuckles a bit and sighs..smoothing out her hair and looks down at her 
  mug..frowning slightly at something..before clearing her head with a slight 
  shake and turning back towards Howie.."If you can notify me..as quickly as 
  you can..I would appreciate it..Especially in light of what happened last 
  night.."

The grizzled Corellian behind the bar considers, surveying his stock himself, 
  then turning back around with a regretful. "Nope, missed that on the last 
  shipment. Getcha somethin' else instead?"

Howie nods and grins, "Well, in space, if you need any help, you know who to 
  call, I'll just swoop in and vape a few of your back. Nothing to it."

Kendra nods, "Sure, any other ale you'd recomend?" she turns back toward Cami 
  and Howie, listening with intrest.

Cami chuckles and shrugs.."I don't think they're stupid enough to attack me 
  there..I just don't like the fact they mentioned my family..Especially my 
  father.."

Howie asks, with a little concern in his voice, "Where's your father now?"

"Try this on for size," the bartender advises, turning to scoop up a small, 
  fat bottle of something that smells strangely fruity as he pops its cork. As 
  he pours the stuff out into a small mug, the liquid within the bottle can be 
  seen to be a delicate, faintly orangeish shade, and as he presents it to 
  Kendra, he adds, "Sunfruit ale, in offa a little known world called Alendar."

Cami smiles slightly.."Retired..On Coruscant..he's from Corellia 
  originally..My father is the ultimate business man..He goes where the money 
  is..Even if it means to Coruscant..Don't worry..he can take care of 
  himself.."

Rell returns to the bar, most of the rest of the establishment seeming to be 
  taken care of at the moment; she pauses near the cluster of humans, and puts 
  in, "We've got fresh bread this mornin', will any o' ye be wantin' some?"

Cami glances at Rell and smiles, nodding.."That would do me I think..I'll take 
  some miss..Thanks."

"Aye," says the waitress, ambling off again towards the back of the bar, and 
  its miniscule kitchen. "Back in a moment."

Kendra swirls the ale slightly in the mug, thanking the bartender before 
  turning to Rell, "Sounds good, I'll have some too."

Howie frowns a bit, "Hmm... Coruscant is very dangerous Miss Garrison, very 
  dangerous. Sometimes, the Empire do some sweeps of the area and pull people 
  off to do some checking. If they make a connection between you and your 
  father, I don't know what would happen. I think you father will be safer 
  away from Coruscant or any Imp held worlds."

Cami grumbles slightly as her comlink goes off and pulls it out of her 
  pocket..putting it to her ear..She listens a momment and then 
  frowns..speaking quietly back into it.."Whatever..never mind.."

Howie shakes his head at Rell, "No thanks Miss, I'll pass for now."
Howie asks Cami, "Anything wrong?"

Noting the answers of Kendra and Howie as she goes, the young woman is back in 
  a few moments, bringing a small basket of slides of wastril bread within it. 
  "Here ye go," she says to the women, setting the basket on the bar before 
  them. She turns to Lerren, and adds to him, "Gimme a mug ol' that sunfruit 
  ale, will ye?"
The bartender complies, as the young woman sinks tiredly down onto a stool, 
  taking a break.

Cami frowns darkly at her comlink, and stuffs it back into her 
  pocket..mumbling.."Men!"..and turns, facing the bar, a frown on her face.
Cami glances briefly at the girl and smiles, nodding.."Thanks for the bread 
  miss.."

Howie grins a little and turns his attention to his Corellian Whiskey, "Well, 
  I can leave if you don't like my company."

"Welcome," says the waitress, settling down with her own mug. She doesn't seem 
  to catch the mumble of 'Men', as she leans tiredly forward; the bartender, 
  if he hears Cami's mutter, gives absolutely no sign of it. Evidently, like 
  many of his breed, the man's got a helluva sabacc face.

Cami starts slightly and glances up at Howie.."Oh..not you..I'm sorry.."..and 
  frowns, looking down at her coffee mug..an embarrassed flush starting on her 
  cheeks.

Kendra grins across to the waitress, "Thank you, it smells wonderful." she 
  says, a quick bite confirming it.

Cami picks at her bread, taking a small piece..putting it in her mouth..chewing 
  thoughtfully, her brows furrowed into a frown and sighs..running a hand 
  through her hair.

Rell flashes a brief wan smile in Kendra's direction, as Lerren turns to the 
  latter woman and says, deadpan, "The catering unit's working, for once." But 
  he looks pleased.

Howie grins and decides not probe any deeper, he takes another sip of his 
  whiskey.

Cami glances up briefly and looks about, as if expecting someone to arrive and 
  frowns slightly..shrugging to herself, taking a long sip of her caf.

Howie watches Cami and sees her looking around, he instinctively moves his 
  right hand to his blaster, also checking the area out.

Kendra turns to Cami and asks curiously, "Heard you mentioning cargo, you 
  Captain of one of those ships up there?" Her hand gestures towards the 
  docking dome.

The bar remains pretty much quiet. The big ursoid by the door squints as 
  alertly as a nearsighted ursoid can at everything within his range, though 
  his muzzle twitches frequently, suggesting the creature's checking things 
  out more with smell than with sight. A few patrons are busily guzzling down 
  their beverages; one limp-looking Rodian has passed out at his table.

Cami notices Howie's reaction and blushes slightly..leaning forward to say 
  something quietly to him.."Just waiting for my crew to show up..I don't 
  think he's showing though.."..and frowns slightly, taking a bite of her 
  bread.

Howie relaxes his hand and nods without replying. He puts his hands to the 
  whiskey again.

Thraknor comes through the double swinging doors and enters the bar from the 
  floor outside.
Thraknor has arrived.
Thraknor strolls in and walks up to the bar.

Cami glances at Kendra at her comment and smiles slightly..nodding.."The 
  Pulsar Skate..I haul cargo where needed.."
Cami glances towards the door again and blushes when she sees 
  Thraknor..turning back towards Kendra.

The bar appears to be occupied at the moment, with three humans talking 
  quietly, and a fourth, Rell, sipping at a mug of something; the bartender 
  whistles to himself, scooping random credits off the bar top and ferrying 
  them over into his register.

Howie looks at the door way aswell and sees a new arrival, he leans over to 
  Cami and asks, "Part of your crew or the unknown harrassers?"

Kendra grins, "Ah, I'm navigator on the Nudj, one of the other freighters up 
  there."

Thraknor sighs at the full bar and heads to a table.

Cami smiles at Kendra and chuckles.."Oh..aye..Kris is a friend of mine..heard 
  he hired a crew.."..and glances at Howie and smiles slightly.."Crew.."

The quiet waitress, Rell, finishes off her mug of sunfruit ale, and passes it 
  back to Lerren with a murmured, "Thank ye." With that, she gets wearily up, 
  and makes her way towards the unconscious Rodian, to make sure the 
  sentient's still actually breathing; once at his table, she shakes him, 
  murmuring, "Okay, ye greenie, let's be movin' along now, we're not a hotel." 
  The being stirs and mumbles blearily in his own language.

Thraknor sits at a table in the back.

Howie nods slightly and takes another sip of the Corellian Whiskey.

Cami holds out a hand to Kendra. "Cami Garrison..Pleasure."

Kendra glances at Thraknor as he comes in, and turns back toward the bar, 
  "Kendra Sa'argreen, glad to meet you." she says, shaking Cami's hand

As the Rodian fails to move, Rell crinkles her nose and sighs, but decides not 
  to press the issue; it's probably safer for the drunken being to stay in 
  here than otherwise, anyway. With that, the waitress turns to scan the 
  place; Thraknor is spotted, and Rell's brow crinkles a moment, before she 
  smooths it out again deliberately and heads toward him. Once at his table, 
  she says, "What'll it be, then?"

Howie looks at Kendra, then back at Cami, then back at Kendra, deciding 
  whether to introduce himself or not, he choses the former. He says with a 
  nod to Kendra, "Peter Davidson."

Thraknor says "Um a Shakla without the brandy..thank you"

Thraknor
You see a young man strong with work and tan from being outdoors. He is not 
  tall and wearing nice clothes. He is wearing a white silk shirt, dark 
  midnight blue pants, and a dark brown suede jacket. His hair is dark brown, 
  and short. He has a slight cut above one eye, and his elbows and knuckles 
  are quite bruised. He looks at you with eyes of midnight blue.

The waitress nods neutrally, promising, "A moment." She heads off to prepare 
  the shakla, darting into the kitchen in the back.

Cami glances at Peter and quirks a brow slightly, then going back to her 
  normal expression and turns back towards Kendra and smiles.."Form these 
  parts Kendra?"

Kendra grins back at Howie, "Nice to meet you too." She thinks a moment, "Not 
  quite, been traveling around a lot lately running cargo."

After a minute or so, Rell emerges from the kitchen with a steaming mug in her 
  hand, heralded by the rich scent of its contents. "There ye go," she tells 
  Thraknor, setting it down before him.

Caminods and rubbs hre chin.."Any of the routes change?..Or is Corellia still 
  the best place to trade do ya know?"

Howie's comlink beeps, then a light squeal and a few chirps is heard. Howie 
  then replies, "I'll be right there whistler." He shuts off his comlink and 
  addresses the two ladies, "Sorry to break up the party ladies but I have 
  some unfinished business to attend to, and Miss Garrison, I'll see if I can 
  speed up the process, I'll be seeing you." He finishes his whiskey, then 
  throws a few credits on the table. He stands up, look around first, then 
  disappears into the crowd.
Howie pushes open the swinging double doors and exits.
Howie has left.

Cami watches Peter leave with a slight smile, before turning back towards 
  kendra.

Kendra shakes her head, "Well, nothing's changed since I started at least. And 
  Correllia is still busy and crowded."

Cami nods and rubbs her chin.."i'm lookin for some Durasteel..Know a good spot 
  to get some?"

Kendra nods, "We were just at Byss and picked up a load of it for a pretty 
  good price. Still sitting in the hold taking up space, though. Know of a 
  place to get rid of it?" she asks hopefully.

Cami glances towards thraknors table briefly..slight concern in her 
  eyes..before clearing her expression and turning back towards kendra..
Cami hms and thinks..flipping open her pocket computer..punching a couple 
  buttons.."When in doubt..as the computer.."..and chuckles, taking a sip of 
  her caf, finishing it off..sliding it forward.."time for an ale please 
  tender.."

Kendra grins, taking a sip of her own ale.

Lerren responds readily enough, providing a mug of ale within a few moments of 
  being asked, while in the meantime, having dropped off Thraknor's shakla, 
  Rell returns to her business, roaming the bar and taking requests from the 
  sentients in the bar who're actually still conscious, but working on 
  emulating the Rodian in the corner.

Cami hms and quirks a brow slightly..reading the screen. "Says here..Etti 1V, 
  or Bespin..I'll have to check it out.."
Cami lays some credits onto the counter top and nods to Kendra.."Excse me a 
  minute.."..and stands, walking over to Thraknor's table, sitting down across 
  form him..speaking quietly.

Thraknor nods to CAmi.

Kendra nods, "I think we'll be somewhere near Etti soon..." she says making a 
  mental note. She nods to Cami, and turns her attention to what's left of her 
  ale.

Thraknor sips his Shakla.
Thraknor nods a little, with a reassuring smile.

Cami smiles slightly and looks at him.."I had a slight problem last night..Can 
  we go and discuss it?..i think you should hear this.."

Thraknor nods slowly. "Sure..
Thraknor finishes his Shakla, and drop some credits onthe table.

Cami downs her ale and stands, looking towards Kendra, and smiles. "Be back in 
  a bit."

Thraknor stands up to leave.

Cami turns and heads for the door..waving to the tender and Rell. "Keep my seat 
  warm..I'll be back.."..and smiles, heading out the door as they swish open.

Thraknor nods slightly to Kendra and heads for the door.

Kendra nods, giving a half wave as the two leave..

Lerren casts back an absentminded nod of his own; the girl, Rell, looking a 
  bit surprised to be waved to, inclines her head dubiously as the two depart.

Cami pushes open the swinging double doors and exits.
Cami has left.

Thraknor pushes open the swinging double doors and exits.
Thraknor has left.

[And after a time, when Kendra Sa'argreen had left the bar as well....]

Morgan comes through the double swinging doors and enters the bar from the 
  floor outside.
Morgan has arrived.
Morgan storms in, looking none-too-pleased. "No time for worship and adulation 
  now, my goddess. Coffee. In tremendous amounts."
Morgan sits down at Table 6.

Cami comes through the double swinging doors and enters the bar from the floor 
  outside.
Cami has arrived.

Morgan has just seated himself in the bar, and looks a mite calmer. Just a 
  mite.

Cami glowers stil as she walks in and ignores Morgan..other then shooting him 
  a glance..and moves towards the bar..sitting back down in her seat.."An Ale 
  and a shot of brandy tender!"

Morgan says "I don't get it. If you hate me so much, why follow me in here? 
  Masochist."

Cami looks annoyed as her comlink goes off and listens to it..and grumbles a 
  reply..

Both Rellawy and Lerren blink at the returned Cami... and at the man who 
  occupies Table 6. The bartender moves to produce the woman's order, while 
  the waitress, her expression warily neutral, moves off to get the coffee.

Cami glowers and throws some credits onto the bar and faces Morgan.."If you 
  want another punch..on the opposite side..go right ahead and continue 
  pal!..Otherwise..don't even look my way!"

Morgan indeed doesn't look her way, but he makes some interesting shapes and 
  sounds with his tongue.

Cami starts as her comlink goes off again and puts it to her ear and 
  listens..frowning darkly and almost yells a reply into it.."Whatever!"
Cami glares at Morgan and picks up her ale..moving to the far end of the 
  bar..sliding into the stool, her hand balled into a fist..

Morgan
He is an average man of some indefinite age in the late twenties; just over 
  six feet tall without those boots. His sun-streaked brown hair is short, 
  though far from regulation. His liquid azure eyes shine like the Devil's, 
  when not hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses framed with silver wire. 
  His skin is smooth, lightly tanned and peeling. His hands are big, strong, 
  and capable. He wears a pair of drab khaki trousers tucked into military 
  boots, secured at the waist by a utility belt supporting a number of tools, 
  a large knife, a comlink, and a blaster pistol. Hanging untucked over the 
  belt is a worn and faded shirt the tone of Mississippi mud, buttoned in 
  cheap gold-colored plastic and spotted with fuel. The sleeves are rolled to 
  the elbow, and underneath is a long-sleeved white shirt.

Coffee arrives on the scene at Table 6, set down without a word from the 
  waitress, who then moves off on her business.

Morgan says "You're beautiful, doll. One in two."
Morgan sips his coffee contentedly.

Cami mumbles under her breath.."I hope she put strictnine in that 
  coffee!"..and takes a long drink of her ale..glaring at the pictures on the 
  wall behind the bar.

Setting her face in a decidedly neutral expression, Rellawy ducks into the 
  kitchen again, emerging with a couple more small baskets of the wastril 
  bread. One is deposited at Table 6, and the other carried off to the Rodian 
  in the back, who's _finally_ stirring and mumbling plaintively under his 
  breath. He settles down again with a burble as something to munch is set 
  before him, with Rell's mutter of, "Eat this, to put somethin' besides ale 
  in yer belly."

Morgan chews on his bread, with a nod of thanks.

Cami sighs and runs a hand through her hair, and pulls out her pocket computer, 
  and flips it open..punching a couple buttons..and frowning slightly as she 
  reads.

Morgan says "Oh, come on. A night with me won't be /that/ expensive. I'm worth 
  every penny, honey."

Cami glances up at his comment and smirks..rolling her eyes, going back to her 
  computer..laughing.."Whatever /friend/.."
Cami mumbles to no one in particular and chuckles.."He's delusional as 
  well..Fun..."

Morgan finishes his coffee and bread, satisfied. "Lovely meal, thank you. I 
  hope to womanize ... I mean, er, patronize your establishment again soon."

Cami sighs slightly in relief at his parting words..not lifting her eyes from 
  the small computer screen.

Morgan leaves his bill in neat, orderly stacks this time.
Morgan stands and leaves Table 6.

The bartender keeps a decidedly straight face but calls over to Table Six, 
  "We'll keep that in mind." The waitress, returned to cleaning off an 
  unoccupied table by the firepit, just glances at Morgan and nods, neutrally.

Cami's eyes flicker slightly, and she turns, briefly glancing at him.."I'll 
  wait anxiously for your return..I'm sure.."

Morgan makes a face in the reflection of Cami's little computer.
Morgan pushes open the swinging double doors and exits.
Morgan has left.

Cami grumbles slightly at his departing back and sighs..visibly relieved at 
  his leaving..her fist unballing..and leans back into the stool.

Fresh bread, borne by the young waitress, makes its way up to the bar, as the 
  girl slides onto a nearby stool and starts nibbling at a piece of the stuff. 
  "Less loud this time, that 'un," she observes lowly, to the other woman.

Cami sighs and rolls her eyes..smiling slightly.."Punched him in the jaw 
  outside..the little bastard kissed me!"

The waitress's blue-green eyes blink a bit, then she smirks briefly, 
  swallowing bread. "Good for you, then," she murmurs.

Cami chuckles and sighs..shaking her head..'Should've shot the little sob..but 
  i didn't want to waste the ammo on him..Oh well.."..and shrugs, taking a sip 
  of ale.."The name's Cami by the way.."..and holds out a hand towards the 
  girl.

For a fraction of an instant, the honey-haired waitress looks vaguely alarmed 
  at the notion of shots being fired just outside the Deck, but she covers it 
  quickly, instead putting out her own lean hand to shake the one offered. 
  "Rell," she answers, the word rolling out of her in her brogue.

Cami smiles and nods..shaking her head.."Pleasure to meet ya Rell."

That elicits a slightly wider smile from the tired-looking young woman, who 
  murmurs a pleasantry in response before reaching for another slice of the 
  bread.

Cami sighs and leans back, glancing about.."I guess I should go see my crew 
  man..But he mightily ticked me off outside..not coming to my aid at all.."

Rell's brow crinkles a bit, but all she says is, "Thraknor?", her tone 
  slightly inquisitive, as if to simply confirm who the other woman means.

Cami glances and nods, as she looks up.."Aye..he's my crew..But..he just stood 
  there..while the fool kissed me..and didn't even try to stop..because, I had 
  said I don't want him into fights..but he should know the difference!"

With a sort of 'well, 'tis no business o' mine' expression, Rell simply nods, 
  listening nevertheless, to be polite. She does look vaguely puzzled after a 
  moment, though, and she murmurs, "I hope I didnae put him off from helpin' 
  ye." Her tone takes on a bit of dismay.

Cami glances up with a start..and smiles, shaking her head and sighs.."if 
  anyone did..it was me..I shouldn't have been so harsh with him.."

"He tried t' help me, and I put him off," says Rell quietly.

Cami glances at Rell and smiles a bit and shrugs slightly.."I just don't like 
  employees to getting into fights..But helping someone is another matter..I'll 
  have to speak with him about it..and other things as well.."..and sighs, 
  glancing down at her mug.

Looking slightly uneasy, Rell simply nods, and glances about the bar to verify 
  whether anybody happens to be waving for her attention. "I'm sure it'll be 
  workin' itself through...."

Cami stands and yawns slightly and shrugs.."I just don't understand men half 
  of the time I guess..Oh well..yer right I suppose.."

"That'll be makin' two of us," says the young waitress, half-smiling.

Cami chuckles slightly and nods..smiling."Pleasure to meet ya Rell..I'll 
  probably be needing an ale tonight..See ya then.."

The waitress inclines her head, finishing off the bread she'd brought, and 
  rising up to return to her business.

Cami pushes open the swinging double doors and exits.
Cami has left.

[End log.]