Tom's Little Havana, Kandor City, Luna
19 November 2016, 00:06 LST
At this time in the morning, when the late diner rush was a faint memory and most people were out looking for a more energetic party Tom's had quieted down a great deal. The crowd had thinned enough that seats were easily available, even given the cramped and tiny nature of the bar and the omnipresent cloud of smoke had also thinned to a faint blue haze that was probably mostly wave free.
Seated in the comfortable chairs tucked into the corner between the bar and kitchen, three heads were bent over their cards. The table between them covered with empty glasses and the demolished remains of the kitchen's finest appetizers. Arthur Nkomo, OGJ trouble shooter grade 7 grinned suddenly, white teeth flashing in his dark face. He drew a six of clubs from his hand and laid it on the table, on top of the four and five of diamonds already there.
"Fifteen for five," he said, reaching for the board and moving a peg forward.
Sitting across from him a large and rather craggy man examined his own hand and sighed. His stubby, blunt fingers carefully selected a Jack of spades from his own hand and dropped it on the table. "Twenty-five," Rumble said in a deep, gravely voice.
The third player adjusted his glasses and contemplated the cards. F was about to play when Arthur's smart phone began to ring, and he sat back to let his boss take the call.
Arthur grumbled and dug his phone out of his pocket, scrolling quickly through his email. He stopped, suddenly, and blinked in surprise. A moment later he had re-read the message was already on his feet. "Sorry, but it looks like we're done for the night," he said.
F and Rumble exchanged a glance and stood themselves, rumble stepping his large and rocky body delicately around the furniture. "What's up Boss?" asked F.
"Emergency alert from Arisia," Arthur said. "Do not know what it is yet. Come on we..."
He was interrupted by every smart phone and email device in the bar going off at that moment. Rumble was the first to dig his 'waved blackberry out. He swore loudly at the device and began moving towards the door, bulling his way through the crowd with his bulk. F and Arthur followed closely in his wake.
"Think the Emergency Convention's related?" F asked.
Arthur merely glared at him.
F shrugged at him as they squeezed through the door. "Well, at least with Stellvia calling it we know it's not Herself getting all worked up about something."
Ahead of them Rumble snorted. "Nah, that ain't likely," he said. "I'll talk to you guys later. Gotta get to the Watchtower."
F and Arthur waved as he turned off down a side corridor. They shared a glance and broke in to a run, heading for the Great Justice liaison office.
19 November 2016, 00:06 LST
At this time in the morning, when the late diner rush was a faint memory and most people were out looking for a more energetic party Tom's had quieted down a great deal. The crowd had thinned enough that seats were easily available, even given the cramped and tiny nature of the bar and the omnipresent cloud of smoke had also thinned to a faint blue haze that was probably mostly wave free.
Seated in the comfortable chairs tucked into the corner between the bar and kitchen, three heads were bent over their cards. The table between them covered with empty glasses and the demolished remains of the kitchen's finest appetizers. Arthur Nkomo, OGJ trouble shooter grade 7 grinned suddenly, white teeth flashing in his dark face. He drew a six of clubs from his hand and laid it on the table, on top of the four and five of diamonds already there.
"Fifteen for five," he said, reaching for the board and moving a peg forward.
Sitting across from him a large and rather craggy man examined his own hand and sighed. His stubby, blunt fingers carefully selected a Jack of spades from his own hand and dropped it on the table. "Twenty-five," Rumble said in a deep, gravely voice.
The third player adjusted his glasses and contemplated the cards. F was about to play when Arthur's smart phone began to ring, and he sat back to let his boss take the call.
Arthur grumbled and dug his phone out of his pocket, scrolling quickly through his email. He stopped, suddenly, and blinked in surprise. A moment later he had re-read the message was already on his feet. "Sorry, but it looks like we're done for the night," he said.
F and Rumble exchanged a glance and stood themselves, rumble stepping his large and rocky body delicately around the furniture. "What's up Boss?" asked F.
"Emergency alert from Arisia," Arthur said. "Do not know what it is yet. Come on we..."
He was interrupted by every smart phone and email device in the bar going off at that moment. Rumble was the first to dig his 'waved blackberry out. He swore loudly at the device and began moving towards the door, bulling his way through the crowd with his bulk. F and Arthur followed closely in his wake.
"Think the Emergency Convention's related?" F asked.
Arthur merely glared at him.
F shrugged at him as they squeezed through the door. "Well, at least with Stellvia calling it we know it's not Herself getting all worked up about something."
Ahead of them Rumble snorted. "Nah, that ain't likely," he said. "I'll talk to you guys later. Gotta get to the Watchtower."
F and Arthur waved as he turned off down a side corridor. They shared a glance and broke in to a run, heading for the Great Justice liaison office.