The day was hard and long. Once again, Starfleet order his ship to slack when it should be fighting in this war. Lorca was in need for a drink and maybe lovely company for the evening. He would enjoy his night on earth before going back to Discovery tomorrow morning only.
A group of young people wearing Starfleet academy t-shirt left the room as he entered, clearly in need of some more drinks. He dressed in civilian clothing, black t-shirt, black pants and leather jacket. This felt good not to be recognised sometime.
His eyes surveyed the room, enjoying the dim light. His breath stopped when he saw the young woman sitting at the bar. For the last 6 months, Lorca was in this dimension and was getting more and more used to seeing familiar faces from Terran Empire, but this one was special. Her long brown hair was down the middle of her back. She would run her hand in her hair from time to time, just like she used to do. She was even prettier now than she used to be.
He walked in her direction and as he got closer, he heard the man sitting next to her trying to convince her to give him her number. She kept saying no, but he grabbed her arm. He felt his heartbeat accelerated, and he stepped in.
"Hey, boy. You've heard, the lady said no, that means you gotta go now," Lorca said as he grabbed his wrist.
"Okay, man. I'm leaving, no need to break my arm," the man said as he left.
"Are you okay? I could not stand this boy not listening to you," he said as a smile drew on the corner of his lips.
"Yeah, thank you so much. My friends just left for another bar and I was sure I could enjoy one last drink here without any problem. I am lucky you were here," she said.
"I am also here for a drink; maybe I can sit here and make sure no boys bother you for tonight." He signaled the barman of a whisky, as he sat down. "I'm Gabriel."
"Aly," she answered looking at the man next to her: good looking, confidence, maybe even cocky. Her eyes wandered on his hands, her tired mind started to imagine his hands running on her naked body. He broke her daydream when he raised his glass for a toast.
"To unplanned meetings," he proposed, his blue eyes looking deeply in hers.
"To unplanned meetings," she replied.
After a few sips of drinks and small talk, the barman set down a glass of wine in front of Aly, saying it was front a gentleman sitting at the other side of the bar. She looked over his shoulder and saw a man raising his glass toward her. Lorca felt his stomach knotted in jealousy as he took a deep breath through his greeted teeth.
"Aly," he said as he turned toward her. "You and I both know that you don't need any of these boys. You need a real man tonight, a man that can make your toes curl." He placed his hand on her thigh and leaned to whisper in her hear. "What do you say? Are we outta here?"
She raised her eyebrow and nodded.