===/-\ S.B. BRAGG - A Bar Called "Jism" /-\=== Richard continued staring out through the window lost in thought. He took his drinking very seriously, preferring to do it alone. All the shot glasses that he had emptied were stacked to form a pyramid on his table, he usually drank till the pyramid was complete. "Only three left", he muttered to himself while waving three fingers in the air in the direction of the waitress. Cortez was on the far side of the room in the darkest corner he could find, so it took a little extra waving for the waitress to even notice him. Eventually she did and began walking toward his table bringing three more shots of whiskey. "Thank you, Ma'am", Cortez said without making eye contact with the waitress. She responded with a nod and placed the glasses on his table, then walked away. Cortez immediately took the first shot down and sat back in his chair, again staring through the window. Not much time passed before Cortez started hearing some sort of commotion coming from the opposite side of the room. At first he tried to ignore it but when he heard the sound of glasses breaking he turned to see what was going on. It was a fight. Cortez laughed to himself and stood up to inspect the brawl more closely. It seemed like a fair fight, two on two, so he just kept watching. He eventually realized that he recognized one of the men. "Walsh", he said to himself, and started to laugh some more. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he noticed the waitress running towards the bar's comm system to call security and he immediately intercepted her. "Excuse me ma'am but I need another drink", Cortez said standing in the girls way. "Can't you see those idiots are tearing this place apart", the waitress replied, "I need to call security, now get out of my way!". "No ma'am, I need it now" Cortez said, grabbing hold of the waitresses arm. He glanced over at the fight and noticed that Walsh and the other man he was with were briskly exiting the room, leaving the other two men lying on the ground. "Let go of me!", the waitress said loudly slamming her heel into Richards foot, prompting him to quickly let go of her arm and say a few expletive adjectives. Cortez had barely sat back down at his table when he noticed three security officers enter the bar. They immediately restrained the two fallen Marines and then began taking a statement from the waitress. Cortez continued watching and the waitress eventually pointed in Richards direction and the security officer began walking towards his table. Cortez pretended not to notice. "Hey", the security officer said, tapping Cortez on his shoulder. "Did you see what happened"? Richard turned to face the security officer, noticing Lieutenant bars on his collar. "Yes sir I did", he said nodding his head. "Did you recognize the other two men who were involved", the Lieutenant said entering something into his padd. "No sir I did not". Cortez replied, placing the last glass on top of his pyramid. "Name, Rank, Assignment" The lieutenant quickly replied as if he already knew the answer to his last question. "Richard Cortez, Lance Corporal, USS Chimera". "Thank you corporal", The security officer said entering the information into his padd and then walked away. Cortez watched as the security team finished there work and left the bar with the two marines in custody. Richard sat at his table for a few more minutes watching the waitress clean up glass from the floor before leaving the bar and heading back towards the Chimera to get some sleep. ===/-\ == END LOG ==/-\=== Lance Corporal Richard Cortez ODA Weapons Specialist USS Chimera