Another Brawl, Another Day.

Posted on Sat Aug 15th, 2015 @ 2:04am by Samanthia Akiashiro

Mission: By Dawn's Early Light
Location: 2301 :: The Dive

The Dive - Deck 2301

It was loud and chaotic in the place as Samanthia approached the bar. She could hear the yelling of angry patrons and a few booming voices of the bouncers. She quickly checked herself, making sure she had her small, yet lethal palm-sized phaser with her within easy grasp. There was several unconscious bodies in the corridor of a few tossed out patrons that must've ran foul of her bouncers.

She came to a sudden stop as another body came flying out to land on the growing pile of unconscious bodies. She peeked around the door jam into The Dive, where a bar brawl was in full swing. Wondering what ever had caused the brawl in the first place, ought to be a doozy.

Samanthia pulled back as another came rushing out and tripped over the unconscious body laying on the floor. She watched him take a nose dive into the corridors wall. "Ooch!" She softly spoke, wincing at the good solid thud of impact. "That gotta hurt!"

The human man stood up holding his nose with blood seeping between fingers. He just nodded and wobbled off to seek help from one of the nearby Aid Station.

She just shook her head with a humorous smile, watching the big Cargo Handler stagger down the corridor. She just leaned against the wall along with a few customers till the bar brawl was subdued and the pile of evicted unconscious piled up in the corridor. Those that had friends that could move, helped their unconscious friends off to either sleep it off or seek medical aid.

Samanthia smiled, leaning against the remembering the time she spent with S'er'in'e. She felt really good and back in harmony as she thought of them together. Sharing a meal. Then the bed all night long and the activities that happened. Her smile widened a bit. Then an awesome breakfast.

"Sammy!" Zebadiah looked at her quizzically, wondering why she was just leaning against the wall with a goofy grin on her face. "Samanthia! The bar fight is done."

"Oh! Samanthia stood up. "Good!, How much damage? Any stock was loss?" Focusing on Zeb as she stood up and followed him into the bar.

The place was trashed and those that were still conscious and mobile were busy getting the place cleaned up. "The usual. Nothing that can't be replaced." Zeb responded, leading the way through the bar.

"Any of the staff hurt badly?" Samanthia looked over the staff that worked there. Some of the Bouncers were sporting some nice shiners. One of the waitress looked disheveled and clothes torn. "Get her something to get covered up. Till she can get something decent to wear." She moved over to the Waitress, "You okay, Miss?" Softly with concern as she looked over the female.

"A few. But the Bouncers got the worse of it." Zeb waved a hand at the Waitress with the torn clothes. "She tried to Auction herself off like you and that Andorian did. Things got out of hand a bit as one of patrons decided to get frisky and jump up on the table..."

Samanthia nodded. Listening to Zeb. "...She shrieked as the patron ripped her blouse. She fell off the tab..."

"I was pushed off the table by that uncouth brute!" Waitress spoke up as she accepted a oversized shirt from one of bouncers.

"Either way... Then chaos erupted wanting a piece of the girl." Zeb led Samanthia to the bar. "Now we're on the prowl for more junk tables and chairs." Letting Samanthia look over the bar.

"At least we still have the booths," Samanthia spoke softly, resuming her trek to the bar, looking at the destroyed bottles that dripped booze onto the mist covered floor as the various chemicals of the drinks mixed. "Get that cleaned up asap. We don't need Fleet Security breathing down our necks. It's getting harder to find these out way hole places for The Dive."

Zeb barked out various orders and some of the staff moved to get the mixing booze cleaned up.

Samanthia grabbed the ledgers and moved into the backroom storage. At least none of the fight had gotten back here. A fortune in booze would've been lost if that happened. It was a good thing that The Dive used disposable plastic mugs for most of the patrons. Even though they had glass mugs, a few of them gotten broken and easily to be replaced.

The staff watched Samanthia and Zeb, expecting Samanthia to tear into Zeb for allowing things to get this far out of hand. They was mildly surprised at how laid back she was. Even Zeb was being wary of her mannerism, watching her settle at the makeshift desk and began to look over the books. "Fire the waitress that caused the brawl." She spoke, opening up the first ledger.

"Yessum," Zeb departed quickly back into the common room of the bar.

Samanthia closed up the ledgers after adjusting them to take in the loss of the booze that was in the common area of the bar where the brawl took place. She frowned as it would have an effect on purchasing replacement stock as the real stuff cost a fortune. She frowned a she left the backroom office and headed out into he main portion of the The Dive. She looked around at the broken furniture with a light shake of her head. "Put the word out we're looking for scrap furniture." To the staff as she moved through the room, kicking the debris out of her way.

Zeb nodded, moving next to her. "Should I increase the prices? Spoke softly as he assisted her through the debris.

"Keep the prices the same. We already charge as much the market allows here." Much to the relief of eb once he heard that from her. "Collect the fees from the Brawlers?" Eyeing the few conscious ones nursing cold drinks and sporting makeshift ice packs.

"You know the rule. From those are unconscious, clean them out before tossing out." Zeb gave Samanthia a smile and getting one in return from her.

Samanthia gave a soft laugh. "Excellent." As she departed the Dive, heading on up her level to change into a nice dress suit for Warp-12.