This don't look like Mar Sara [Open]

[goinbust]

Date and Time: The 18th after 5pm
Location: Area around the housing units
Characters: Jim Raynor and anyone who notices him
Summary: Jim has just arrived and needs a place to remove his marine armor and a drink. The second probably more than the first.
Warnings: Someone needs a drink.

By the time Jim was briefed on what was going on he was irritated. Pulled right before storming Mengsk's damn ship for this was frustrating. Sure it was for a good cause but the timing sucked. After all of that he needed a drink, damn shame it didn't look like there was a bar around.

There was an apartment building he had a room saved for him, and probably going right there and taking off the damn tactical marine armor would have been a good move, but this was Egon's territory and he wasn't there to be harmless and overwhelmed and use small words Jim could understand.

"Damn, Earth of all places and I can't find a decent place to get drunk."

Comments

[marked_for_death]

"Sometimes you find that the battle you wish to fight is the one that you cannot." It was something she had learnt the hard way, after all.

[goinbust]

"Or the battle you gotta fight is the one you don't wanna. Yeah, I've seen that too. Seen it a lot of times."

[marked_for_death]

It seemed as though they were on a similar page in that way. Perhaps the battle he didn't want to speak of was the one she had been fighting, since she hadn't ever wanted to.

"Heh," she sounded, but keep quiet as she brought her drink up to take another sip.

[goinbust]

Jim shook his head a bit and refilled his glass before just staring at the reflection of the light off the booze.