Asmus Janes
Trouble
[member="Aeri Vyn"]
The discussions regarding the K-wing were reasonably fruitful and the ATC rep promised a proposal that would keep the GADF and the bean counters happy. They didn't get around to discussing the maintenance contract, but that was to be discussed over dinner. It was only then that the Commodore recalled she had childcare responsibilities that evening.
Asmus was reminded what he could, and could not discuss. He was also reminded that after an abduction attempt by a group believed to be connected to an underground Sith remnant that officers were no longer permitted to go to civilian restaurants in full uniform. Asmus excused himself and headed to a nearby shop.
He stood perfectly still in the quiet shop as a human tailor took his measurements.
"And how many suits is it you need?"
"Just the one for now," Asmus replied quickly.
"Occasion?"
"Just a dinner out, over at Lecrue's."
"Oh I know the style you probably want for there."
"Excellent!"
"And when was it required?"
"Erm. Now?"
"Oh. I'll see what we have in then. Fortunately you're a fairly standard measurement." The man seemed a little put out at such a request, but Asmus was certain he'd find a way to oblige.
The squadron leader arrived at dinner just an hour later. At least he was on time. Apparently the restaurant wasn't exactly a full dinner suit level of sophistication - fortunately, Asmus would have never felt comfortable - but it did require a Lounge Suit.
"Good evening sir."
"Good evening, is there a table for ATC?" Asmus asked. The interior was crisp and clean. Stark white decorations and wide, circular tables. Immaculately dressed staff. There was a mez floor that seemed to have small tables in booths, with intimate two person tables along the railings overlooking the ground floor. Asmus couldn't spot their host, he would need to make apologies for the Commodore.
"Yes sir, up on the first floor, please follow me."
The discussions regarding the K-wing were reasonably fruitful and the ATC rep promised a proposal that would keep the GADF and the bean counters happy. They didn't get around to discussing the maintenance contract, but that was to be discussed over dinner. It was only then that the Commodore recalled she had childcare responsibilities that evening.
Asmus was reminded what he could, and could not discuss. He was also reminded that after an abduction attempt by a group believed to be connected to an underground Sith remnant that officers were no longer permitted to go to civilian restaurants in full uniform. Asmus excused himself and headed to a nearby shop.
He stood perfectly still in the quiet shop as a human tailor took his measurements.
"And how many suits is it you need?"
"Just the one for now," Asmus replied quickly.
"Occasion?"
"Just a dinner out, over at Lecrue's."
"Oh I know the style you probably want for there."
"Excellent!"
"And when was it required?"
"Erm. Now?"
"Oh. I'll see what we have in then. Fortunately you're a fairly standard measurement." The man seemed a little put out at such a request, but Asmus was certain he'd find a way to oblige.
The squadron leader arrived at dinner just an hour later. At least he was on time. Apparently the restaurant wasn't exactly a full dinner suit level of sophistication - fortunately, Asmus would have never felt comfortable - but it did require a Lounge Suit.
"Good evening sir."
"Good evening, is there a table for ATC?" Asmus asked. The interior was crisp and clean. Stark white decorations and wide, circular tables. Immaculately dressed staff. There was a mez floor that seemed to have small tables in booths, with intimate two person tables along the railings overlooking the ground floor. Asmus couldn't spot their host, he would need to make apologies for the Commodore.
"Yes sir, up on the first floor, please follow me."