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Clever walks in to the Swamp, stopping in the doorway to let it all soak in. She had heard the old Slice of Heaven was gone now, the place taken over by Marines who can't cook. She hoped to find some old faces, nevertheless.

She walks up to the bar, leaning in to look over the selection. She smiles at the bartender, the same slow blond as always. "Have something that resembles beer?"

((I miss the Slice of Heaven thread, get your butts in here!))

Alystin comes trudging in, still covered in the oil and grease that is so prevalent in the bowels of the base. Without looking around, she quietly grabs a beer from the bartender and buries herself into a corner.

Kurt sighs as he walks through the door, his hand sweeping up to slip the glasses, then the beret off as he passes the threshold. "Wow. I have never seen this place quite so dead. Leave it to a Marine to friendly fire a bar." he says that with a small smirk to his lips, eyes darting around to see if anyone takes the bait.

Alystin glances up at a familiar voice, 'Oh.. OH! Hi.. um.. Sir! Long time no see!.. wait.. is that.. Captain Owen!?'

Finally noticing more than just the drink in front her, Alystin jumps up quickly accidentally knocking over her chair and promptly dropping herself in a tangled heap behind a wildly rocking table.

'Gah.. doh.. oof.. ouch.. crappit!'

Clever snickers to herself as she walks over to help Alystin up. "Wow, some things never change. Good to see you too Aly."

'Oh dear.., Hello Captain' Alystin says blushing in embarrassment as she accepts the hand up, switching hands at the last second due to an excessive amount of grease.

'How are you doing Ma'am?'

She tugs Alystin up easily, grinning at the table as it teeters. "I'm a hell of a lot better now, how have you been?"

Frowning slightly and glancing down nervously Alystin hesitantly responds, 'I've.. been fine.. captain.. just.. very busy.'

Clever matches her frown, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "Has your sister turned up?" She guides Alystin in to her chair, pulling one up for herself, and sits leaning forward on the table.

Suddenly looking alarmed and glancing around nervously, 'er.. uh.. maybe best.. um.. not here..' sighing heavily, 'last time I even asked I was stuck on latrine duty for a week...'

'I.. I hope she's ok wherever she is..'

"Yeah, I spent the past few months being banned from asking questions, let me see what I can do about it." Clever gives her a smile as she grabs her beer from the bartender, who for once has bothered filling an order. She takes a sip, giving Alystin time to get over the nervous stutter. "So, what have they had you working on?"

Taking a deep breath, Alystin glances down at her PDA and slowly gets into her old rythem, 'Ooooh this and that.. well mostly that.. There was the shield generator and then that communications beacon started to act up. That was a sight, let me tell you! I swear at least half of the servo's in the motor had burnt up, I think someone through something in there actually though whatever it was got chewed up so badly that I really couldn't tell anymore I mean honestly, there are a lot of easier ways to dispose.......'

She smiles to herself, watching Alystin jabber a mile a minute. She nods toward Ambrose, beckoning him over as the technical jargon flows over her head. "Mhmm"

Kurt watches the two a moment, a small wry smirk on his lips. He manages to mumble under his breath as he makes his way over slowly. "Some things never change." He nods to the bar keep. "Corman reserve." he says, tossing a couple of credit vouchers on the bar. he watches the girls from only a few feet away as he waits for his beer.

Honor wanders into the bar and winces at the bad music playing. Walking over to the counter, "Could ye get me somethin with a hint of Vanilla or somethin? Thanks." She looks around the bar and frowns slightly as she notices that the place is pretty much empty.

Alystin notices Honor, and hardly breaking from her tirade of technical information leans back, waves and shouts across the bar, 'Oh! Hi Honor!!' before going back to her previous sentence as if there hadn't been a break. Completely oblivious to Clever's wavering attention.

Clever is almost startled by the sudden greeting, and turns to look back. She waves at Honor with a smirk. Her eyes go wide for a moment, as if her head is going to burst, then turns back to Aly with a smile, nodding in agreement with something she didn't quite catch, then suddenly realizes what Aly just said. "Wait...couldn't it just be done easier by putting a trash can near the damn thing?"

Alystin looks at Clever in shocked silence for a second and grumbles, '... but then I'd have to empty it every time it filled up! This way it'll empty itself!' muttering under her breath with a smirk, '... assuming it doesn't catch on fire again that is ...'

Clever mutters, "right...", and goes back to nodding. She looks at her hand, realizing she never got that beer, and glances back to the bar, wondering if Aly would notice if she got up. She shrugs it off to nod again, quickly interjecting, "Wait, were you doing this in the barracks?"

'er.. Uh.. No captain, this is over in the maintenance shop...', Alystin replys, seeming to have run out of steam finally.