06-08-2024, 03:45 AM
== Coffee ==
“Oh, I got a list too,” Mara replied. “If I ever figure out who gave us those orders we just had to carry out, they’re gonna need 24/7 protection and it still ain’t gonna help ‘em.” She pulled her lips back and bared her teeth in a feral smile. “Can’t leave all the legal trouble to you guys. Who else is gonna keep Elias safe in jail?”
Tyra chuckled, even though she knew she shouldn't, but there was something comforting about the gallows humor that seemed to infect most of security, past and present. "At this rate, there might be a whole cellblock of us and yet, we still wouldn't be able to stop Elias from… y'know," she trailed off as she realized it probably wasn't common knowledge how everything had transpired.
"Regardless, we should compare lists. I have a feeling they probably share some entries, though probably with differing orders. I personally have a bigger issue with the idiots that just left us out there over the ones that sent us there in the first place but that's probably just me," she commented with a shrug and a little grin.
There was a light pause as they sipped their coffee but it was by no means awkward. It was almost comfortable, which was something considering everything going on. Tyra wasn't certain she'd had a conversation that hadn't been either a yelling match, a crying match or just frankly uncomfortable since all this had started and this was a welcomed change of pace.
“I can’t pretend to offer any actual useful advice,” Mara continued. “But if you need a sparrin’ partner at stupid o’clock in the mornin’, or someone to watch your back when you go rippin’ through a bar of an evenin’, you can always give me a shout. You and me goin’ full sisters-in-arms in Quark’s would give the Security forces here somethin’ to think about, that’s for damn sure.”
For a moment, Tyra had a momentary flashback to a bar brawl she and Treborn had fallen into over ten years before and she could only assume a bar brawl involving her and Calleja would end up in much the same carnage. The difference was that Tyra was now, unfortunately, mature enough to understand that no amount of throwing punches would actually fix an issue nor would it actually make her feel better in the long run.
"Be careful what you volunteer for. Not the bar brawl… I think I'm about a decade too old for that nonsense but I have definitely been beating the crap out of Thorsdottir at about 0200 most nights. She can hold her own but she's better with a weapon in hand than using her hands as weapons so I can only assume she will eventually tap out. Or convince me that we need to start swinging battle axes at each other. We have a 'No Weapons' rule for a reason," Tyra added the last with a grin.
The grin had shifted to a more thoughtful look by the time Tyra had finished her next sip of coffee. "For someone with a very promising career ahead of them, you're offering to commit an awful lot of crimes. I don't need to be worried that I'm going to have to visit you in the brig too, am I? I really can't afford to lose a second good security officer in a week; as demonstrated recently, good security officers are hard to find and good ones with backbones are almost unicorns."
== Tag! ==
“Oh, I got a list too,” Mara replied. “If I ever figure out who gave us those orders we just had to carry out, they’re gonna need 24/7 protection and it still ain’t gonna help ‘em.” She pulled her lips back and bared her teeth in a feral smile. “Can’t leave all the legal trouble to you guys. Who else is gonna keep Elias safe in jail?”
Tyra chuckled, even though she knew she shouldn't, but there was something comforting about the gallows humor that seemed to infect most of security, past and present. "At this rate, there might be a whole cellblock of us and yet, we still wouldn't be able to stop Elias from… y'know," she trailed off as she realized it probably wasn't common knowledge how everything had transpired.
"Regardless, we should compare lists. I have a feeling they probably share some entries, though probably with differing orders. I personally have a bigger issue with the idiots that just left us out there over the ones that sent us there in the first place but that's probably just me," she commented with a shrug and a little grin.
There was a light pause as they sipped their coffee but it was by no means awkward. It was almost comfortable, which was something considering everything going on. Tyra wasn't certain she'd had a conversation that hadn't been either a yelling match, a crying match or just frankly uncomfortable since all this had started and this was a welcomed change of pace.
“I can’t pretend to offer any actual useful advice,” Mara continued. “But if you need a sparrin’ partner at stupid o’clock in the mornin’, or someone to watch your back when you go rippin’ through a bar of an evenin’, you can always give me a shout. You and me goin’ full sisters-in-arms in Quark’s would give the Security forces here somethin’ to think about, that’s for damn sure.”
For a moment, Tyra had a momentary flashback to a bar brawl she and Treborn had fallen into over ten years before and she could only assume a bar brawl involving her and Calleja would end up in much the same carnage. The difference was that Tyra was now, unfortunately, mature enough to understand that no amount of throwing punches would actually fix an issue nor would it actually make her feel better in the long run.
"Be careful what you volunteer for. Not the bar brawl… I think I'm about a decade too old for that nonsense but I have definitely been beating the crap out of Thorsdottir at about 0200 most nights. She can hold her own but she's better with a weapon in hand than using her hands as weapons so I can only assume she will eventually tap out. Or convince me that we need to start swinging battle axes at each other. We have a 'No Weapons' rule for a reason," Tyra added the last with a grin.
The grin had shifted to a more thoughtful look by the time Tyra had finished her next sip of coffee. "For someone with a very promising career ahead of them, you're offering to commit an awful lot of crimes. I don't need to be worried that I'm going to have to visit you in the brig too, am I? I really can't afford to lose a second good security officer in a week; as demonstrated recently, good security officers are hard to find and good ones with backbones are almost unicorns."
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