Post by Captain Hawke on Jun 18, 2005 10:26:53 GMT -6
I was on my fifth tankard of grog and was quite drunk. 2 warriors came in and sat down.. I turned around to look at them through my drunken haze. I fought to focus on them. The male I didn’t recognize, but the female I did. The female’s name was Lieutenant Logan. She had a Gold Squadron patch on her uniform. I think the other one had a Black Squadron patch. What the frack is he doing with her? I haven’t seen her in awhile. Why not move over by her and catch up on old times?
I get up and forget to take my cane. I stumble through the tables and chairs, knocking several over in the process. Some of the chairs weren’t necessarily empty. I hear some grumbling and say to them “To...hades..wichoo..Who..asked..you..anyway?..” By this time I have Logan & the male’s full attention. I say to the male “Get…lost…buddy..” “Excuse me? Who the frack are you?” “Former..Captain…H-H-Hawke…at…your..service..” I tried a bad version of a salute but the room started spinning. I almost fell backward. Logan saw me starting to swerve and caught me before I fell. “Ok, Hawke, let’s go to an empty table, ok?” I mumble something like “Sounds… good… to.. me..” “Dolet, will you excuse me?” she asked. I could see that Dolet didn’t like that someone like me interrupting them. I stuck my tongue out at Dolet. I giggled to myself as Logan helped me back to my table. I grabbed my cane and stabilized myself on it. Ooh!!! Could the room stop spinning please? “Ok, Captain, what was that all about?” she asks. I say to her, “Nope…not…until..you…” I raise my mug to her. “You’re a bit presumptuous, aren’t you?” she asks. “It’s …Hawke …now… No.. more.. Captain..” I say. “Oh my, what happened?” she asks. “Cylons…caused…stroke…” I say.
I try to read her face to guage her reaction.
I get up and forget to take my cane. I stumble through the tables and chairs, knocking several over in the process. Some of the chairs weren’t necessarily empty. I hear some grumbling and say to them “To...hades..wichoo..Who..asked..you..anyway?..” By this time I have Logan & the male’s full attention. I say to the male “Get…lost…buddy..” “Excuse me? Who the frack are you?” “Former..Captain…H-H-Hawke…at…your..service..” I tried a bad version of a salute but the room started spinning. I almost fell backward. Logan saw me starting to swerve and caught me before I fell. “Ok, Hawke, let’s go to an empty table, ok?” I mumble something like “Sounds… good… to.. me..” “Dolet, will you excuse me?” she asked. I could see that Dolet didn’t like that someone like me interrupting them. I stuck my tongue out at Dolet. I giggled to myself as Logan helped me back to my table. I grabbed my cane and stabilized myself on it. Ooh!!! Could the room stop spinning please? “Ok, Captain, what was that all about?” she asks. I say to her, “Nope…not…until..you…” I raise my mug to her. “You’re a bit presumptuous, aren’t you?” she asks. “It’s …Hawke …now… No.. more.. Captain..” I say. “Oh my, what happened?” she asks. “Cylons…caused…stroke…” I say.
I try to read her face to guage her reaction.