Now What?

Posted on Sun Oct 2nd, 2011 @ 12:58pm by Melody Johnson

596 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Mission 77 - No Time for the Dishonored
Location: SB400 - The Blaze's Docking Port
Timeline: Current

Melody entered the Blaze and closed the hatch behind her.

"You're not going to believe what just happened," she said aloud as she headed for her sleeping area. "We're now the proud owners of a bar," she announced, entering her sleeping area and removing her money pouch from her belt. She shoved it under her mattress and took the folded up piece of paper she had slipped into her belt and unfolded it as she sat down on her bunk. She read over the deed, carefully...paying close attention to all of the fine print.

"You would have been proud of me tonight," she said as she folded the paper back up and shoved it under her mattress as well. She got up and reached under her pillow, removing the night shirt she had folded up and stuffed there. "I know a couple of the players at the table were pros. Just by the way they conducted themselves." Melody proceeded to get undressed and put on the night shirt. "I think when I first sat down at their table they thought I was just some chick who didn't have a clue what I was doing but just wanted to blow some money." She put the clothes she had just taken off into her laundry bag and stuffed that into the floor of her locker/closet. "It took a while but I finally wore them down and managed to empty their Skychip trays until there was only one player left." She walked over and sat down on the edge of her bunk. "He had been bluffing all through the game and I discovered he had a tiny bit of a tell but I wasn't completely sure if I was reading him right. By the time it was down to just him and me I was down to my last stack and a half. To be honest...," she said as she slipped under the covers and lay on her back with one arm folded under her head. She stared up at the ceiling. "...I was prepared to lose what I had left. I had only converted enough latinum to have some fun and get a feel for the players around here. But I was patient....observant....and I used every trick that I have picked up over the years and...well...," Melody pats the side of her bunk indicating what is stuffed under her mattress, "...as you can see...it paid off." She yawns and stretches. "I just have one question, Blaze, ol' pal," she said as she touched the panel at the head of her bunk and the lights slowly faded....until her sleeping area was almost completely dark. "Just what in the hell are we going to do with a bar?" Melody asked sleepily. Never...at any time in her life had she ever even slightly entertained the idea of becoming a real estate...and especially commercial real estate....owner. To do so would mean having to settle down to one place...no more gallivanting around the galaxy....smuggling this....transporting that....facing the exciting challenges of managing to stay just out of the reach of any local law enforcers....making new friends....battling old enemies and always....ALWAYS having fun while doing it. The last thing Melody pictured in her mind as she drifted off to sleep was of her standing behind the bar of the O'Dell Tavern...filling a frosty glass of whatever draft was on tap while dragging a huge iron ball that was connected to her ankle by a large iron chain.

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