Lunch Time on SB400

Posted on Tue Jun 18th, 2013 @ 8:07pm by Captain Patrick Dow & Crumm Widdy

570 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Mission 83 - Recovery
Location: SB400, Promenade
Timeline: Concerent with ongoing Misison

ON:

Since Tomalak had left the Station, things had been quiet and rather monotonous. Captain Dow passed through the Promenade, looking for a place to eat lunch. He stopped at the door of ‘Good Fellas Bar and Grille’, but the door was sealed. A sign on the door read ‘Closed until Stardate 67110.1…Gone Fishin’. Dow smirked, he’d known the restaurant’s owner, Tom Vercetti, for years dating back to their time on the Pegasus together.

Seeing that Pat didn’t want to wait several days for Good Fellas to reopen, he decided to check out the ‘new’ ‘Skyline Lounge’. He hadn’t been in there since its ownership change, so he figured he’d check it out.

As he neared the door, the Admiral’s Yeoman walked up to him, “Captain, a fight is being reported in Cargo Bay Twenty-three between three Ferengi and two Andorians, both claiming to own the same cargo containers.”

Dow shook his head and tapped his comm-badge, “sogh M’Kota, take a Security Team to Cargo Bay Twenty-three and see what the problem is, there’s a report of Ferengi and Andorians fighting over the same cargo containers.”

Assured the Klingon Security Officer would take care of the problem, Pat thanked the Yeoman for reporting the problem, then he headed on into the ‘Skyline Lounge’ and he was quickly greeted by a very well dressed Bolian.

Crumm was pleased to see yet another new face. He was getting used to he idea of entertaining returning customers. "Good afternoon, Captain. My establishment has been rather devoid of station command staff as of late. Would you like a table? Perhaps a seat at the bar?"

“I’m on duty, just looking for a little lunch…a table will be fine.” Dow replied. As much as he wanted a drink, he knew he couldn’t…but he was planning to buy one for the Admiral when he returned. Running a Starbase wasn’t as easy as it looked.

As he walked in, Pat saw a few crewmembers and civilians sitting and eating, drinking, and talking. A few were playing Dabo, but everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

“So…what’s today’s special?” Dow asked with a smile.

"I'm glad you asked! This afternoon we're serving peppered Zyrellian mud fleas." Crumm smiled through his teeth. "Believe me, the dish is far more appetizing than it sounds. As you humans say, 'it tastes like chicken'."

Dow made a face, clearly showing his dislike of the idea of eating any kind of fleas, tasting like chicken or not. "If I'm going to take chicken, I'd rather just eat chicken...do you have chicken?"

Crumm sighed at having lost another customer to the unappetizing thought of chewing on an oversized bloodsucking insectoid. A shame as they really were delicious. His only hope is that a Zyrellian freighter dock before they all spoiled. He looked down at his PADD and filtered through the chicken dishes, of which there were several. "Take your pick, Captain. We have everything from fried, to baked, to grilled, to vacuum dessicated."

Dow smirked, "Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and collard greens please." He was in the mood for a 'country meal' for lunch, but he was already thinking about dinner too, maybe he should see the dinner menu too...maybe they had Schnitzel, Schweinebraten, Spaetzle, and, Sauerkraut...

Pat took a seat and waited for his food.


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