Location: The Star Lounge
As he walked past
Mairéad Solus
‘s booth, he caught the gesture out of the corner of his eye, adjusting his path and stepping over at a brisk pace to the woman. Leaning down to hear the murmur of her query -
"Everything seem ok over there so far, Sam? Any tension?" - there was a contemplatory hum in response.
“None that is out of the usual for social and political games such as these, miss.” Spoken with a mild tone of voice. His gaze took a look over her mannerisms and expression. This was possibly the first time the two had ever spoken face-to-face that was not in passing moments or in the heat of battle. Her, a Mandalorian. Force Sensitive. Such a combination made the man wary, for he had fought both and had ill-gotten experiences. Yet, she held a kindly disposition that was eager to please and find purpose in an unfamiliar new terrain. That presented its own problems, for many were eager to manipulate such a power, and she was ripe for such molding if she was not careful. His thoughts were guarded around the individual as if by instinct, and in their place was naught but the process of loading a gun and firing it downrange, over, and over. As he glanced aside at the scene, and aback, there was a quiet continuation of this.
“They are assessing each other, more than likely. Gauging how useful the other will be, how they can further their own ends. Seeing just how far cooperation would take them - if I am assuming correct. I doubt any action of the physical sort will occur, for this is a battlefield of the mind. Be wary of it, for it often can turn even a well-meaning heart and mind to ruin.” Perhaps the statement he made could be taken as a bit of a lesson to the woman, as was its partial intent - he knew she was going to have need of it, if she intended to be under Marcella’s employ. It was then she asked;
"Only if you have a moment, I would quite like a whiskey cocktail please, but I can't decide what, have some fun and surprise me. Thank you." The man gave a look of observation to her for a moment, before the faint visage of a smile appeared on his face.
“Very well. It is on the house. Consider it part of the repayment for Lyran, of which I held little chance to thank you for.” He held back from saying much else, but it was clear the mostly silent man had much to say when he deemed it so.
As he motioned back to the bar, he did his best to concoct something befitting. Ela was his inspiration for such an approach, as he viewed bartending as something akin to an opportunity for something new, to be mixed with the old, a perspective he had not had before meeting her. Perhaps he viewed it as something of an artform, of which he could allow his worries and mind to turn to something else. Mairéad's drink reflected this - Samuel took “Surprise me” requests
very seriously, for that almost always meant the tender would make something custom-tailored depending on several factors, of which few (if any) of the members of the Family who have been served this request by him may have taken notice by now. The drink was light in composition, sweet in taste for the majority of it. If one would take a moment to take it in, however, one may find more subtle sensations - a certain heat, of which prevented the sweetness from dominating the form. Ironic, as the drink was ultimately chilled, left in the cooler for a brief moment and as he prepared other drinks for the new customers, creating a unique clash of flavor that strengthened all aspects of it.
When
Marcella Fiora
clapped her hands twice, the Tender did little to acknowledge it, aside from his gaze flickering over to peer from behind the counter whilst he placed Mairead’s drink in the cooler. He needed not to make a display, nor felt the need to show off - his expression remaining of neutral disposition as he instead used the opportunity to observe the reactions of his co-workers, and the guards that accompanied
Dominique Vexx
.
Kardek Alpha
's reaction was a rather show-offy, as befitting of the façade.
Dominik Borra
, preserved and quiet, but imparting the sense he was watching - along with Mairéad, of which he approved more of the latter pair's approach, compared to the former. Nonetheless, he found the reactions of all of them quite interesting gleans into characters.
It was then he noticed the Kosa Nostra
Marcella Fiora
signaled him with, causing him to pause for a moment. Phaelix taught Ela and He a tad, though nothing extensive yet -- ‘Guards’ were the only thing he caught, though he doubted she wanted to open hostilities. Kardek glanced back at him, meeting his tempered gaze with a murmur of:
“You want to do the honors?”, tapping on the countertop where the subject lay. It was then Samuel recalled the odd grouping of Credit Chips behind the counter, noting it was not there prior - in which he nodded in return to Kardek wordlessly, bowing his head some in appreciation. It would be easier for him to do it, with an easier lead-in. He took said chips, speaking out to the Guards of Vexx’s Entourage,
“Drinks on the House, for company.” Spoken summarily, politely, as always from his voice, as he pocketed the chips within his coat, to be placed with their drinks that he summarily concocted with relative ease. Nothing
too fancy, but nonetheless fine from the selection of Fiora products they held at the Lounge. Each guard was given their ‘complimentary’ credit chip, each noted with ‘For Silence,’ to ease fears of ulterior motives of loyalty shifts. Samuel had a feeling they were in a similar position as him, and such territory was difficult territory - so, he did them the favor of easing such worries with the note out of empathy.
When that was finished, he took the aforementioned chilled drink from the cooler, and stepped over to set the concoction on Mairead’s table with a murmur of,
“Enjoy, miss.” And unless signaled for something else, he returned to his prior position behind the bar, folding his hands in front of him.
