Boozing For A Cruising (Morrigan)

[Livia Maddox]

It had finally happened. Admiral [member="Manu Xextos"] had ordered Captain Fury to go on a vacation and relax. Her! Captain Livia 'Fury' Maddox go on a vacation! Relax! She had a crew to run! A mission to continue!

A . . . bag packed on the Admiral's personal yacht and a couple of House Xextos Handmaidens personally escorting her to the passenger section. "Ruddy heck didn't have to toss me on the ship himself! Hhhhffffffff" After seven hours hissing murderously in the corner, the young Naboo opened up the bag that had been surreptitiously packed for her.

Dress, dress, yoga pants, tunic, trousers, the most colourful bras she'd ever seen, utterly indecent undergarments and a holorecording from Commander Dasha, 'You've got to clean out your closet more often, Livi. By the time you hear this blah, blah, blah I'm savouring the moment 'cause hey! You get back I'm gonna die! I packed your favourites. Don't deny it, I know what you like. Have fun, relax on a beach somewhere, get honest to goddesses sleep and don't come back till you feel refreshed. Or till the middle of next week, which is when the Admiral wants you back. I snuck in a bottle of blossom wine where your mouthwash usually is. Love you, pookie!

Yeah, I know I'm gonna die. Dasha out.'

Once Maddox could talk without spitting in rage, she cracked open the blossom wine, took a real water shower and put on a dress, heels and did her make up and hair. The luxury yacht docked at the nearest space refuelling station and Livia got off to go get something to eat at the bar. The tap, tap, tap of her cane against the corridors felt like the clanging of a mis-tuned gong, wobbling in tandem with her ruined, limping gait.

Two of the Handmaidens went with her. . . . two silver haired poncy females to play nanny. "I wonder how fast I can lose you two."

[member="Morrigan"]

 

[Vanir]

Another day, another planet, another bar.

This particular bar was on a space station in the absolute middle of bloody badger-spitting nowhere! No particuarly good-looking Sith to hit on, no crazy, swingy music... And worst of all, no real booze was in evidence. The nerf herder bartender was totally drunk, but refused to tell me where his stash was.

So, I was sitting in a bar, actually sober. A blonde lady in a cute dress walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, and I smirked.

"Not bloody likely, blondie. The good barman drank all his stock. All he's got now is a bunch of weak wines. Not even enough to make me mildly cheery."

[member="Livia Maddox"]

 

[Livia Maddox]

Tap, Tap, Tap went the cane on the floor. "Ah, the barkeep is a lush is he? Jolly poor, that." The cane scraped to a halt up at the bar. Livia looked at the disgruntled woman sitting there and pursed her lips, nodding her head. "Right. Where's your stash, home boy?"

Her cane tapped at the murky floor of the bar and screeched. A piece of waxy flimsy had gotten stuck on its edge. "Ohh you son of a womp rat, I can excuse a dirty bar." Tap, tap, tap, "I can excuse a limited collection of liquor." Tap, tap, screech. "I cannot abide the collection of the two now, Mister Barkeep."

The Vi'Nu's Captain had found her way around the bar and stepped up to the barkeep before he could start babbling her away. Two Echani women came out of the shadows, leaning against an empty table. The Fury grabbed the barkeep's fingers And pulled them backward and up. He barked and started yelling. "Blather, blather, blather come along, Sir. Where is it? Where is your secret stash, hm?"

"Aaaugh! Aaaaah! Idon'havanysststt--aauuugh!"

"Sir? Sir, yes I know, now tell me your name."

"H-haaaooowww Herbert! Herb! I'm Herb!"

"Ah, good. I like how you sound when you're being honest, Herb. Now why don't you tell this lovely lady where your stash is, hmmm? What do you say, my fellow dry-mouthed lady? Would it enrich your day if there was something liquid and jarring in it? Herbert here would hate to see two ladies so sad, wouldn't you, Herbert?"

"Aauugh! AW GAWSH MY FINGERS! LADY! AUGH! I think she's broke my hand! You're breaking my hand! Aaahahahaaaoooowwww."

Liv's face was a mask of nonchalance. She looked over at the Queen of the Birds and nodded. Her turn.

@Morrigan