Starscream Walks into a Bar...
It was a typical Thursday night at James Bar and Grill. 19 year old Silvia Moor, the barkeep and daughter of James the owner of the bar, looked about and noted the usual's. There was Kevin Miller sitting is his almost claimed back corner of the bar, Lana sitting with Andrew chatting the poor boys ears off, but he didn't seem to mind. Then there was Dean Rodgers, a drunk who came in regularly on Thursdays and Tuesdays. But when she looked around one Thursday regular wasn't there, unusual, since he never missed a Thursday. Steven was like clockwork, he'd come in, sit at the far end of the bar, order a drink and NEVER drink it. He'd only talk when talked to, and even then it was a 'yes', 'no' or 'leave me be.'
Suddenly a little chime caught her attention, walking through the door was Steven. As he walked over to and sat in his spot at the end of the bar Silvia observed him, his walk was full of confidence and his proud shoulders spoke volumes. Steven was well built but still sleek while his short black hair accented his rusty eyes perfectly.
Silvia walked over to the far end of the bar and asked him, "Anything I can getcha?"
"What do you suggest?" he inquired looking pleased with some recent event and actually looking her in the eye. Well that was different for him, he usually just told her to leave him alone or bring him a beer while staring past her.
Leaning on the bar Silvia responded, "Well, I'd personally go for rum, but if your celebrating something I'd go with champagne."
A smirk coming on his face he said, "Champagne it is then."
As she got a glass and poured the drink into it she asked, "What are you celebrating?"
"Oh, just a recent success at . . . work." he stated widening his smirk as she placed the drink in front of him.
"Where do you work?" inquired Silvia.
"I work at a military science experimentation centre, in the biotech department." he replied, "We just had a . . . breakthrough."
Peaking her interest, she wanted to be a bio-technologist some day after university, Silvia asked, "Oh, what are you working on?"
Playing with his glass Steven answered, "Sorry, can't say. top secret you know."
"Aw, well I get it. My dad used to be involved in some top secret stuff." Silvia sighed as another costumer walked in, "Oh I'll be right back." She walked over to the man who'd just walked in and got him his drink then returned over to where she left Steven, but he was gone.
'Funny,' she thought, 'I didn't even hear him leave.' Then she noticed his champagne glass was empty. Silvia shook her head then picked up the empty glass and brought it over to the sink for washing. A couple of hours later she closed up shop with no other strange occurrences to her Thursday evening.