The Bar - chapter three
The bar was coming along nicely!
Now that Sheppard and a few others had gotten involved in the project, they were working much faster and getting far more done than they had with only two people.
And now they also had few feminine interior-decorator wannabes getting the place all fancied up – they'd rearranged most of everything that Ford and Grodin had set up, and were bringing in all sorts of odds and ends for decorations. Athosian rugs, Yijuri urns and vases, some posters, paintings and other things from earth, and one wall entirely devoted to photographs of every member of the expedition.
One of the girls involved was a photographer and went sneaking around taking pictures of people when they were at unawares – making for some funny shots, including one of Kavanaugh with his finger firmly shoved up his nose.
Sheppard framed that one and hung in up in the centre of the wall next to the picture of Rodney sleeping with a power bar melted to his forehead and one of an 'unknown' couple wearing expressions that shrieked 'deer-caught-in-the-headlights'.
"Hey Ford!"
Aiden looked around to see who'd called him.
"What?"
"When's the grand opening?"
Aiden glanced expectantly at Peter who smiled and checked his watch.
"Who's on duty in the next few hours?"
No one raised his or her hands so the suave Englishman smiled and pulled out a mini bottle of vodka. "I guess we could christen it right now then!"
The gang lined up on the large balcony that wrapped around the entire spire the bar occupied and removed their hats as Grodin and Ford made their speeches then, moving a ways back, pitched the little bottle of vodka at the wall.
It shattered and vodka exploded across the outer wall of the bar, to the joking applause of the audience gathered.
"I now christen you," Ford announced, a sparkle in his eye.
"Oh great," Sheppard whispered to the girl laughing next to him, "who let him choose the name?"
"Aiden frowned at Sheppard, "for your information, Peter said I could! And I name this most sacred place of refuge…"
QUICK! People, tell me, what should he name the bar?