[T20] High Law and low justice

[Maerdwyn]

'McAllister's Hearth huh - wonder what the Whiskeys like, as long as its not that bloody fermented kelp!'

Thomas steps up thte bar just as the guy next him is saying (in Vargr), "Come to think of it,it is a little chilly in here." Thomas's first thought is that he must be insane - with that fire going, it's a good eight or nine degrees hotter inside here than outside. Then he sees the quick grin shared between him and the Vargr bartender. "What'll it be lads," addressing both you and a human (Vilani, by the look) who came in right after you.

The Vilani bid you to order first, and then orders whiskey "or whatever you've got to prevent Jump sickness."

Looking around, the bar is relatively empty - not unusual in the middle of the afternoon, you guess, but the clientele includes the rather rough looking human next to you, a Vargr by the fire, two Luriani at a table as far from the fire as possible, and a Vargr off in the other corner.

 

[Maerdwyn]

[ OOC: Oops, sorry, I thought you two were in one, and I was in the other. ]

Ktarlewaweikye looks from the human to the Aslan and back again. She nods to the Aslan slowly, then turns to the human. "Do you have a table here?" she asks Sanaath in slightly accented Luriani.

Sensing you about to leave, the waiter bows stiffly and moves quickly from the table before you can talk with him further. Seeing this, the Host hurries over and says, almost sincerely, "I am truly sorry, madam. I am afraid our employee is having trouble adjusting to his new role. It was an experiment we should not have attempted. For his rudeness, I apologize and offer you and your friend a complimentary hors d'oeuvre."

 

[Watus]

Looking the new arrival over, Quinn's eyes pause momentarily on the hardcore boots. He takes a pull off of his cigar, courteously blowing his smoke the other way. As he turns back, he grabs a couple of napkins off the bar and points a thick finger at Thomas's chest, his expression deadly serious.

Proferring the napkins, he says "You, uhhh.... you got a piece of squid on your jacket there, kid."

 

[doghead]

Sensing you about to leave, the waiter bows stiffly and moves quickly from the table before you can talk with him further. Seeing this, the Host hurries over and says, almost sincerely, "I am truly sorry, madam. I am afraid our employee is having trouble adjusting to his new role. It was an experiment we should not have attempted. For his rudeness, I apologize and offer you and your friend a complimentary hors d'oeuvre."

Feeling a bit like a bit like a third thumb, Saanath wonders if he should say anything. The Aslans he knew as a kid were always rather status conscious, and working in a bar probably didn't cut it, except as a bouncer maybe.

He waits till the host withdraws, the then turns to the Aslan once more.

"The good thing about an invitation is that it can always be declined," he adds with a grin. "My table is just over there. Feel free to come over at any time. My apologies if I interrupted you."

With that, he returns to his table.

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye narrows her eyes as the host walks away, and then nods cordially to Sanaath. When he leaves, she makes note of his table and goes over to the host. She stares hard at the host for a long moment. "The human and I are not friends. If you wish to give him a free hors d'oeuvre, that is your decision." She pauses and then bares her teeth faintly, seemingly subconsciously. "What experiment was it that you referred to?" She tries to feign an attitude of indifference, eyes roving between the host, Sanaath, and the Aslan.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"What experiment was it that you referred to?" She tries to feign an attitude of indifference, eyes roving between the host, Sanaath, and the Aslan.

The host maintains the plastic smile, but it seems just a tad less sincere after Ktarlewaweikye's "non-verbal communication". He says, "This is not something I would dream of burdening a guest with, madam. Suffice to say, that in these difficult times, our SR manager may have been motivated, in this case, more by sympathy, than by the needs of Red Tide."

A Luriani woman with proud, but open countenance appears quietly at the table, followed closely by a percy bearing a plate of kibbeh (a known favorite among Aslan in the Imperium, and relatively expensive on this waterworld) at Ktarlewaweikye's table. "Ah," continues the host, "here is Shalir. She will be taking care of you for the remainder of your visit." The percy robot places the kibbeh on the table to Ktarlewaweikye's left, and Shalir pulls out her datapad, seemingly ready to take your order. The host looks quickly from Shalir to Ktarlewaweikye, with that same mostly sincere smile, as if to say "Okay. Can I get out of here now?"


OOC: SR=Sentient Resources - the hiring department of most companies. A percy is a personal service robot, often used as a busboy in restaurants. Kibbeh

 

[doghead]

Saanath watches the tableau unfolding before him from his table. While it has a lousy view of the windows, it has a great view of the players.

Curious. I wonder what that was about. Whatever. This doesn't seem to be the happiest place in space.

Uh oh. Shes off to maul the host if I'm not mistaken. Yep. I wouldn't be in his shoes right now.

"We are the goon squad and we're comming to town. Beep! Beep!"

God. How much more time do I have to kill?

 

[Seonaid]

"What if I wish to hear about it? Don't you humans"--Ktarlewaweikye practically sneers the word--"have some notion of 'the customer is always right'?" She glances at the robot and then at Shalir. "I don't want that, and I don't want your service. Take it to him." She jerks her head in Sanaath's direction before returns her gaze to the host.

 

[doghead]

Saanath frowns as he notices the Aslan's gaze flick over him again.

Why do I feel like I am going to more than a little small talk over a beer? If I had my gun I could just shoot both of them now and be done with it.

Saanath tries to surpress the grin that follows the image that follows this thought.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Hearing Ktarlewaweikye's order, the percy dutifully begins to bring the platter to Saanath's table - in this case the kibbeh is raw, after Aslan preference.

As his own waitress appears at the table with his pasta, and, noting the kibbeh, asks "Oh - would you like this grilled?" Saanath watches the waitress at the Alsan's table turn gracefully, arch her eybrows at the host, and smile wickedly. She whispers something to the host, and leaves the table, going to join an idle waiter by the kitchen door. Both chat, and watch the Aslan and host, grinning.

From his table, he can easily hear the Aslan's words, but not the host's, at least not easily.

Speaking to Ktarlewaweikye, the host says, "Madam, I assure you, I meant no offense. At Red Tide it is our goal to provide each and every one of our guests with an enjoyable an memorable experience. In that, we have obviously failed, and for that, I apologize. Perhaps I can offer Madam a voucher for a complimentary meal at one of the other fine establishments in the highport?"

There is a large crash, as if a large number of plates have fallen over, in the kitchen, out of view.