Low music pipped in through cheap speakers all around the filthy, run down bar. Bright beams of sunlight shown through cracks and spaces in old boards across the windows or though heavy cloth draped over the panes like curtains. Every person drinking looked like they hadn't washed or shaved in the better part of a week, including the ladies, and while the servers weren't much to look at, it sure beat getting up to get it yourself. The place stank of sweat and stale beer.
"I remember it like it was yesterday. The Battle of Fort Constance. During the war, I was scared shitless, but it was me or him. He ran over the sand bags, bayonet at the ready... and I let loose. He got me too." The gruff man lifted his shirt exposing his side where a nasty knife scar never quite healed right. "I keep his dog tags on me to this day, Benny Riley. After him it was all cake walk from there. What about you Bishop?"
Bishop looked at the other two men, hi eyes in though for a moment. "Well, nothing exciting as a war story. Punk kid on a Border System space station cornered me in an alleyway, wanted all I had. He was slow though and I taught him the last lesson he ever learned. Kid's name was Shawn. Yer up Hadi, what was your first?"
Hadicall looked at his drinking buddies, Bishop and Hicks, and sipped his drink slowly. He thought long and hard about it as he set his mug to the table. "Hadi?" Hicks asked after several moments of Hadicall's silence.
"Hadi!" Bishop shouted at him as Hadicall stared off into space, realizing he was unable to answer the question.
Hadicall's feet slipped from the console and it lurched him forward, snapping back into consciousness. He sniffed loudly and wiped his hand down his face to clear the sleep from his expression. It didn't help. "Uh, yeah?" He asked then realized it was the inner ship communicator. He pressed the button on the console. "Y-yeah?"
"Lunch is ready." Sable happily informed him. "Were you asleep?"
"Uh, no." He lied, sitting up straight and now mildly embarrassed that she caught him without even being present. "I uh, was, uh... taking a leak." He squinted at his choice of excuses, then shrugged and went with it.
A few minutes later he stepped into the mess where everyone was gathered already. As the pilot he was usually the last one summoned to these soirees anyway, having to make sure the ship could fly itself while everyone had a pow-wow. He was in a tank top that showed off his chiseled everything and a pair of dog tags jingled on his neck, noting him as a veteran of the war. Hell, if the man would've shaved and took some pride in his appearance he might have been very attractive, but as it was Hadicall was, and remained, just the pilot. "Oh, yummy. Captain manages t'git us some real food and Deez gets vent crap all over it... goody."
"Daddy, it's not big deal... I've remade the salads, sans vent crap." She beamed him a smile and pecked him on the cheek. "I'll get the food, you guys just make cozy n'I'll be right be right back. Sam, wher'd you place the lunch tray?"
"Second cooler, middle shelf." Sam replied casually, as he went to get himself a glass of water.
"Woah, woah, woah... you and Sam were in here?" Hadi flung an acusing finger in the direction of Sam, then Sable, then Sam again. "Alone?"
"Yeah, so?" Sable asked, her back to everyone as her voice echoed from inside the second cooler where she was bent over collecting the meal.
"So, maybe I recall tellin' you that I don't want the pair o'ya alone together. He's on notice, dang it!"
"S'wrong daddy? Hate to hear that we were alone? In the kitchen? Well it's true, we were, an I'm not ashamed to admit it." She was singing it practically like a love struck girl recanting her tale of first, true love and romance. "There we was, Daddy with stars in our eyes and Sam took me by the hand and right there on the kitchen counter we made beautiful, passionate..." A tray it the table with a loud clang. She tossed it down with the glare of a full grown woman with hate in her eyes and anger in her tone. All the sarcasm left her voice. "Sandwiches. Christ's sake pa, it ain't like this liner allows for much privacy. Everyone's doing their part, quit being so dang gum paranoid."
"Yeah, well, I'm just trying to keep your parts off the doin' list." Hadi was already grabbing for sandwiches, as if food was cleaning the slate and washing away his ire for Sable breaking his one, incredibly stupid and ignorant rule.
Sable rolled her eyes and huffed. She spun about so fast her ponytail whipped around to the opposite shoulder. "Uggggh! You're impossible. That was so not right!" She stopped back into the kitchen to collect the rest of the meal
The table glared at Hadicall as he stuffed sandwich halves in his mouth. No could doubt that Hadi was an awesome father to Sable, but sometimes he was just an overprotective ass. "Wuh?" He looked at them after several moments, his mouth full of food. "Thee mad or sumtin'?"