ILLUMINARRPG: (3 -2045) Sam Malone, intergalactic bartender

[Dieter Gregory]

Mission:  A Cure Delayed
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.10.27

(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - Sam Malone - 2045)

A quiet night was not the worst thing.  Being around a planet let people 
blow off steam before the next deep space voyage.

He was quite impressed at Lieutenant Gregory.  Of course the man was 
playing with fire there with both Diane and Reolra.  They were both 
spitfires, and he'd have his hands full.

After dropping off a round of synthale  to crewmen Clavin and Peterson, 
He moseyed back to where his other customer was.  The ships roster 
listed him as Lieutenant Jaton Alyl, and he was the head of the science 
department.  He had watched him interact with Dieter, while Reolra sat 
there.  His barman's sense started tingling, which meant one thing. Time 
to offer a sympathetic ear and common sense advice.

He grabbed his bottle of common sense and waited.

"What's the story behind all that, you think?"  Jaton asked.

That was a cue if he'd ever heard one.  He poured two shots of common 
sense, handing one to the Lieutenant.  "On the house, Lieutenant. It's 
from my private stock," he said, raising the glass to his lips. The 
smooth silkiness of the whiskey passed his lips, as the notes of 
cinnamon and caramel danced around his tongue. He loved his common sense.

"Now, it looks like the classic story, as told by the Earth Philosopher 
Sir Roderick Stewart once wrote, 'Some guys have all the luck'," Sam 
said.  "Why does it matter so much to you?"

(reply Alyl)
(Posted by Tim)