Second Chance Saloon

Jonjah greets the two warmly. "Two rootbeers coming right up!" She places the frothy mugs infront of the young couple and shakes her head at Samual. "Welcome to Second Chance, I'm Jonjah. Can I get you guys anything to eat?"

Lona shakes her head and looks at Hawkins, "You?"

Hawkins nods, then shakes his head...then nods again. "Can I get a BIG bowl of steamed rice?"

Lona, having noted Samual's comment, gives him this sideways look that clearly states, "the goober did NOT just say that," and restrains the temptation to nail him a good one right in the kisser. Her hand twitched, causing most of her wrist to make little crackly noises.

"No, my father was no thief," she states calmly. A wicked smile spins acrossed her face as she decides to be a wicked game. "But you might be, seeing as how you've stolen my heart."

Samual: forgive me I had to since iv given you mine, My I ask my a beautiful lass her name or should I just call you mine?

Lona couldn't contain it any more, her lips puckered in an attempt to keep from laughing...to no avail. she burst out in laughter, rocking back and forth on the stool. When she righted herself, she wiped the laughter tears from her eyes and looked at Samual. "I'm sorry, that was just too cheesy." She offered a hand warmly, her mood drastically changed. "The name's Lona, Lt. Lona Dowenwarr, I'm the chief engineer on the USS Valiance. What's your name?"

Garfunkel is distracted from his drink and turns to the whiskey chugging man sitting two stools down. 'What in the world?' he thought to himself, taking another sip of the Raktajino. Lona formally introduces herself, and Garfunkel takes the opportunity to do the same,"Well, since the mood is set now, my name is Garfunkel, captain of the Dark Knight, glad to make your acquaintance." he says giving a little wave of the hand and a smirk.

Samuel: Samuel Becket (extending a hand to Lona and a quick glance to Garfunkel) just transferred to the station. it's pleasure to meet you, and I've always been a fan of a good guta

Jonjah shakes her head and giggles at all the sillyness going on right now. She disappears into the kitchen and returns with a heaping bowl of steamed rice and places it infront of the tall young man. "Here you go hun!" She turns and makes a hot cocoa for herself and notices Kamikaze getting up off of the floor from his nap. He wobbels his massive bear cub body over to the counter and starts to drink out of Samuals whiskey glass.

(Samuel strangly show no outward side of being phased by a bear showing up)

Samual: (to the bear) you have some fine taste their sir, (offering him his hand in a shake Samuel Bekett, you look vaguely familiar did I meeting you in the forest of Rin? stealing farmers Jeb's blue berry's? (seeing the whiskey is almost gone) another round please lass and one for my friend here.

Lona gave Samual a look of being mildly entertained and then noted Garfunkel. To him, she raised her eyebrows briefly in slight annoyance mixed with humor. She then turned to find Hawkins scarfing down the rice as if he hadn't eaten in weeks! She blinks at him dumbfoundly.

"Uh...Rei...You...um..." she gave it up. He had no intention of slowing down. So she turned to the wall once more and began to drink her rootbeer contently.

Samual: Easy Lad I don't think they'll run out

A very tired Capt. Cota walks into the Second chance he plops down at the bar and lays his head on hi folded arms .

Hawkins, having finished the entire heaping bowl at this point, looks up with a wide grin and thanks Jonjah. "Aaaaahhhh, that feel better." Lona simply smiled and shook her head.

She then turned back to Samual, "You see what I have to deal with?"

Samuel: Indeed.... what exalty is your race lad?

Hawkins shook his head and wiped his mouth. Lona answered for him. "He doesn't know...we found him near the wormhole a while back. physically, he's about 13, chronoligically? who knows."

"The only thing I remember is...Zaichanna..." Hawkins took a long swig of his rootbeer.

Jonjah graciously pours the Irish man some more whiskey and shoos the bear cub away from the man's drink. "Kami...you know better than that!" She looks at the cub sternly and he lowers his eyes in understanding that he's being scolded. He places his massive head on Samual's lap and sighs heavely and plops his bum onto the floor. Jonjah makes Cota a hot cup of cocoa and places it in front of him then grabs the empty rice bowl from the young man sitting next to Lona and fills it with some more rice. She smiles sweetly at the young girl and then proceeds to make herself some green tea.

Samuel: (in a wisper to the bear) don't worrie I'll hock you up, ( poor's a small bit of his whiskey in the old cup and with sight of hand picks it up and places it on the floor under the counter)

(to the very tired man that just entered)
Samual: you remind me of a horse I once knew... why the long face?

(sliding a bit closer to the pretty girl and strange boy)
Samual: did i ever tell you about the time a caught a lepercan??..... he offered me a pot of gold or 2 wishes to let him go, I told him isn't it 3 wishes, and the weee thing got very irate yelled I'm a lepercan not a genie?......... any way since the incention of the replicator gold really not at valuable as it once was. so I took the wishes and my frist wish was that I would never die unless I was 100% sober............ and I never have been since.

Hearing the irish man's tale Jonjah busts out laughing and nearly spits her tea all over the counter. She's taken by a fit of coughing and laughter! "Ohhhhhhh wow!" She shakes her head, still laughing. "I hadn't heard that one before!"

Lona eyes widened in annoyed amusement. "For some reason, I don't think he was joking about that one."

Hawkins looked up at Jonjah with sweet eyes as he hands him another helping of rice. Then he blinks and begins to devour the bowl.

Samual: what was my second wish?........well I'm, glad you asked....... it was to meet a girl as pretty as you.

Lona again resisted the urge to deck him, and instead smiled. "You're an odd duck, me boy'o." You see, along with the many other things that agitated her about this man sitting next to her, it grated her the wrong way that he reminded her too much of her grandfather. Her parents came from strong Irish and Italian decent. And this guy wasn't helping with her strong streak of a hot temper.

Samual: awww perchance you have some root in the grand emrald ilse's

Jonjah, still chuckeling to herself, heads down the bar and starts washing drink glasses and drying them. She scans the empty tables and then continues with her task.

Lona smiles, for once, a genuine smile at the not completely idiotic patter coming out of Samual. but it was shortly followed by a smirk and a snicker. "Irish-Italian, but raised in America."

Samual: nothing wrong with a good Italian, though I never met one I could not drink under the table, but their have some mighty fine wine, me clan went to see to see the Pope one year, good food, interesting buildings but they lost the natural beauty of the land. me sister clair went to art school their the year after I left for the academy. the amazing thing about San Fransisco if you look for it you can find a piece of ever culture on earth and even some from out here. I found this one Irish pup on the back streets just south of the academy

Lona glanced sideways at Samual, "I've never been to Italy, I'm not Catholic, and I grew up in Colorado."