Temp Closing Atomic Punk Bar

Posted on Thu Nov 5th, 2015 @ 1:22am by Samanthia Akiashiro
Edited on on Mon Jul 4th, 2016 @ 3:38pm

Mission: By Dawn's Early Light
Location: Atomic Punk

= Begin Log =

Just before shift change, three rough dressed Archians entered the establishment, wearing the service garb of the Janitorial Staff the Star Base 332. Upon entering they continued their conversation as they spit up and sat at a different table within easy talking distance of each other. Discussing how rude people were on the station, by interfering with their work.

"I tell ya. I go to empty a waste receptacle into my cart for removal only to find that my cart had been moved!" One complained loudly.

"Oh you think you had trouble! I had to unclog a drinking fountain that gotten clogged and was overflowing. People were just kept getting in the way. Like they never had to deal with a wet floor before. And then complained that there was water on the floor as they marched right through it as I was trying to get it cleaned up." That one spoke loud enough to be heard by the one that sat farthest from her table.

"Some group of ruffians overturned my cart, spilling the trash all over. Some Fleeter yells at me for not being more careful." This one snorted in disgust."

Pim sighed as she listened to the three Archians she had heard rumblings about them from other people. Jage was keeping an eye on the floor while Kaliyo was tending bar. Pim was standing in the entrance to the back luckily for her the security system she had installed was getting nice footage of the three. They were loud but weren't necessary disturbing the peace yet giving Jage a nod to keep an eye on them.

The one who spoke first, "Seams like everyones onna break." Then catching the eye of the bartender, "Yegsmillian Beer. If you would be so kind." Giving a quick smile to Kaliyo. "Put it on my tab. And give me partners one to."

A young girl looking border lined of the legal drinking age scampered in, followed by several more youths of the same age, two young men and another girl. "Soooo this is the place!" She exclaimed to one of the boys who nodded in return.

They piled into a booth, girls going in first, leaving the two young men on the outside. "That was the best idea yet. Seeing all those people waiting for one of those elevator thingies."

"Yeah. That one lady kept pressing the summons button as if to make it show up sooner." To fit of laughter from the four of them. Then he made angry faces as he mocked poked an imaginary button while grumbling in a falsetto voice of illegible sounds.

Kaliyo complied and opened up three bottles of Yegsmillian beer and set them on a tray and had one of the waiters bring them over to her. Kaliyo looked the group of just over legal age sighing as this night continued to get busier and more and more stressful.

"What can I get started for you guys?" Jage asked the newest group.

"House special!" The closest young man spoke up. "Is you on the menu?" Looking up innocently at Jage, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, only to get slapped by the girl next to him on the back of his head. "Ow! quit that. I was just making conversation, Trishua!"

"I'd like an ale. One of those blue Ales that Fleeters like so much." Trishua piped up. "What it's called? Rome Ale?"

"Son I suggest keeping that tongue in your mouth." Jage said quietly looking at the young man, "as for the that drink my apologies we aren't allowed to serve that in the Federation -- my guess is that those officers are drinking Andorian ale."

"I'll have one of those," Trishua smiled as the other agreed to have one also.

At that time few more straggled in with a few seconds apart as if they just decided to patronize the place. Each of them moved to separate tables. These were decently attired, yet displayed a working/student demeanor about them. If there were any remaining vacant tables, they would chosen first. One taking a booth near the youngsters to advantage of Jage's presence there so he could get served quicker. He gave the usual but polite wave to attract her attention that he was ready to order.

With another ordered inputted Jage moved to the next table allowing the wait staff to deliver the drinks. "What can I get started for you?" Jage asked the newest customer.

"I'll have them little hoogie-dogs you're advertising," He pointed to the sign above the bar. "This Earl Grey wine? That seams to be the popular drink here on this starbase." Giving Jage a warm smile. "Is it always this busy here?"

"What in the world you thinking of!" One of the Service crew spoke up as another potential costumer came in and just flopped at the occupied table bumping it, causing the drink to slosh over the side of the glass onto the guy's hand.

"Jus coo ya 'ets!" The customers eyes were wide and glazed. Hair in a rats nest of spikes. "Ust nee to sit a bit." Eyeing the man's drink. "Wow. Loo at hem Hue bibbles! Youu ain gonna rink tha? Tem Bibbles ill explode, casing all orts of pro'lems!" Now staring at the Service man in fascination.

The Service man just glowered at the newcomer to his table. "Go sit somewhere else," He growled threateningly. "You had your two seconds of sit time."

"Oay Oay!" The Spiked hair dude stood up and moved to another table, taking the Service man's drink with him.

"Why you Rat!" The Serviceman jumped up and shoved the spiked hair dude to send him sprawling into Jage and spilling the drink all over him.

"Sit!" Jage growled his Feynrisal side popping up glaring at the service man. "We'll give you a free drink on the house. After the young man bumped into Jage Jage's reflexes quickly grabbed his arm, "and you and your buddies get out of here before I call security."

Pim just sat back and watched wanting to see how these two would handle a busy night. So far Jage was doing exactly what she needed him to do. And well Kaliyo was hot which kept the male clientele around.

Serviceman settled back down as he glared at the spiked haired dude.

Spiked haired Dude looked at Jage. "I ain did no wrong! He pushed me into you annnd you reward him?! This is an ou'rage!" He went limp in Jage's grasp to let Jage hold him up. "He assaulting me!" He squealed in pain of his weight on his held arm.

The four students cheered the spike hair dude on, but stayed putin their chosen both. "You tell 'em brother!" The girls squealed in awe, "We should go help our brother!" One of the guys of the four stood up to go help Spikey hair dude.

"If I was assaulting you wouldn't be able to speak. Also we record everything in here so I suggest to you and your friends to consider your next move carefully." Jage said sensing Kaliyo coming out from the bar, "cause me and my sister here are not in the mood to deal with this." Pim had also quickly called security as well sending them the video of the young man stealing the drink and running into her bartender.

"Camera?" Trishua spoke puzzled as she opened her clutch bag and pulled out her hair brush and began brushing her hair out. "Maybe they'll use my picture in one of their adds," She told her friend, who brought out her mascara kit. Not to be outdone by her friend.

"Our's!" Her friend spoke up. "We'll swap once you're done with your hair!" Proceeded to put make-up on lightly, timing it right so when her friend finished with her hair, she was done with the mascara.

"I'd like my hoogie dogs sometime this week, please?" The man that ordered the food spoke up, giving the Spiked hair dude a distaining look. "Just throw the bum out."

"You go'na 'ake him, stormtrooper h're do it?" Spikey hair dude growled at the guy that ordered food. "I got'im rit where Aye want him!"

"Sir we don't serve hoodies here. We serve drinks." Jage said pulling the young man up to his feet and pushing his arm behind his back, "and you and your friends are leaving now!" Knowing that Pim already inputted their body and facial structure into their security system which would bring up the force field stopping certain individuals from entering while allowing others that won't on the list in. "Kaliyo if you don't mind grabbing the others."

"Hey! you can't throw us out! We did nothing wrong!" One of the guys that belonged to the foursome spoke up. "It's that jerk..." pointing at the spikey haired dude. "...is on his own!" The other three nodding backing up the one that spoke at their booth.

Service man and his buddies just laughed at the poor spikey haired dude getting thrown out.

Spikey Haired dude complied once his arm was locked behind him. "You gonna rue the day I 'aw this place!" He dropped the glass to the floor and gave it a kick to send it rolling across the floor. "Orkers wile Unite in 'rotest!"

The guy wanting the hoogie dog, sighed. "Then bring me this Earl Grey wine then." Ignoring the protesting Spikey haired dude.
tag

Pim walked behind the bar and grabbed the wine allowing Jage and Kaliyo to deal with the trouble makers. Setting the glass of wine on his table she looked at the four and the service men, "you seven get out of my bar. Everything was quiet until the seven of you arrived." Pim nodded to Jage and Kaliyo who walked the four young trouble makers out of the bar.

The appointed seven gotten kicked out of the bar to much protesting. Once outside of the Atomic Punk. The Seven came together and began a Protest about unfair business practices. The spikey Haired dude took something from his pocket and took a sniff of it before putting it back. He immediately sat down in front of the entrance and exit, blocking it from future patronage. He raspedberried the establishment. The others saw what he was doing and joined him sitting in a half circle around the entrance.

The man with his wine, nodded to Pim, "mmmmm it don't look good." Eyeing the group as they settled in front of the doorway. "Care to join me?"

Pim just looked at the man, "no." She said flatly looking to Jage who nodded as he got on the comms with security.

"Atomic Punk to security we've got a situation here." Jage said sighing as he sent the security footage along with what was going on just outside of the 'Atomic Punk'.

"This is happening all over the station." He looked over at Pim. "Does this happen a lot?"

"What do you think?" Pim snapped at the man. "Alright we're closed everyone get up and push through that damn blockade!"

He smiled and left the drink behind. He moved with the rest of the patrons towards the exit, and stepping over the now Sit(ting)-Down Protesters. He moved on as he made a discrete hand gesture for another group to make their move on 'Alexanders'

= End Log =