Topic: Deck 3 - Clay Pigeons

The unlikely looking pair made their way down to Deck 3 to check out some of the restaurants available. Clare definitely remembered a place called Clay Pigeons had been mentioned as having a wide variety of cuisine from across the frontier. Though petite in build, she normally had a healthy appetite and loved trying new things. Miles, on the other hand, have lived much of his life on military rations, would pretty much eat anything without complaint.

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"There! I see the sign," Clare spotted it first, far down the long mall corridor.

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"You got better eyes than me, now for God's sake don't run, I'm too old for that shit," Miles nodded.

Clare grinned, "Aww, you aren't that old besides I've heard said it isn't the age, it's the mileage."

"Your father knew far too many trite sayings, child," Miles rolled his eyes.

A few minutes later they were there, in front of the main door to the restaurant.  They paused to look it over for just a moment.

"Well, let's go, you can never tell what a place is really like til you go in," Miles stepped in first as the door slid open. It might not look polite, but it was the way he was. Security always went in first, just in case. Clare was used to it and followed up.

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A tall thin spectacled man walked towards Miles as he opened the door. He wore a common white shirt, collar less jacket and matching pants that was expected of a greeter in a modern upscale restaurant. "Ni how, welcome to Clay Pigeons, offering you only the finest in fusion Rim cuisine. How many in your party?" The man's engraved name tag said Stephen.

the restaurant itself was fairly small, with only a dozen odd tables. On the walls were small farming implements, and pieces of colonial folk art. There might even be some from Miles and Clare's home world 7 they looked close enough. The decor had a ddistinct rugged feel to it, like a dinner on any number of new colony worlds,  but with the cleanliness and order of a more proper inner world.
-Stephen

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Clare let Miles do the talking, she just stood there gazing in all directions at the various objects adorning the place, as interested in those as any actual people at tables. She liked how they had decorated the place.

Miles nodded to the man's greeting, "Hello, there are two of us. That's it. Prefer a table as far away from the door as possible if that's alright. I can make it worth your while."

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Stephen nodded cordially to the man. "I believe we have a table towards the back with a good solid wall behind you. If you would please follow me." Stephen picked up two menus and escorted the two to an unassuming booth in the back of the restaurant that did indeed have its back to a solid wall beneath a assemblage of the titular clay pigeons from Higgin's Moon.

"Might I offer you a beverage while you peruse the menus? We have a wide assortment of indigenous liquor from many of the rim worlds.  I should also point out our specials. We are featruing a blackened Salmon fresh from the oceans of New Melbourne, and a well aged Prime Rib from the meadows of Kerry."

-Stephen

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The fellow seemed amiable enough and guided them to a table in the back with a wall behind where they would seat. Miles nodded his approval, "Perfect."

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a sizeable bill of currency and handed it to the man. Miles kept his word, he always did. Once seated, Stephen handed them menus while he inquired as to whether they would like to order a drink. Clare thought the special of the prime rib sounded delicious. She was a teenager, despite her size she could eat like a horse.

Miles just shrugged, "Whiskey on the rocks, nothing too expensive but not slop either."

"Oh, do you have any wine from Munro's Moon by any chance?" Clare looked up and asked with a charming smile.

"Young people drink alcohol where we come from, humour her," Miles pointed out, his look more commanding than charming.

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Stephen pocketed the bill with a not of thanks to Miles, but not drawing too much attention to it. He looked over the two of patrons while they looked at the menus.

"Yes sir, one whiskey, a Bellephoron single Malt, an excellent drink if you don't consider the high Londinium products. As for your wine choice... hmmm... we dont get many asking for that. A mark of a rather rare individual. While the Alliance has strict regulations against serving alcohol to minors, a young woman who would order such a distinct beverage should not be denied. Heroes of the Rim, General Munro and his boys were. I have a photo of him over by table 6. I happen to keep a bottle of Homestead Cabernet Munro 2673."

Stephen walked away fromt eh table to get their drinks.

-Stephen

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"Yes sir, one whiskey, a Bellephoron single Malt, an excellent drink if you don't consider the high Londinium products," the man declared.

"Yes, sounds good," Miles nodded.


Stephen went on, " As for your wine choice... hmmm... we dont get many asking for that. A mark of a rather rare individual. While the Alliance has strict regulations against serving alcohol to minors, a young woman who would order such a distinct beverage should not be denied. Heroes of the Rim, General Munro and his boys were. I have a photo of him over by table 6. I happen to keep a bottle of Homestead Cabernet Munro 2673."

"You do? Could we sit at Table 6?" Clare was surprised and delighted.

"No, no we're fine right here," Miles shook his head.

"But.." Clare started with a frown.

"You heard me, we want this table," Miles laid down the law accompanied by a stern look that brooked no further discussion and Clare knew it.

"Homestead Cabernet Munro it is, thanks," Miles nodded then the fellow turned to go make it happen.

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At that point, a bearded man in his early 30s walked up to the reception area, taking a look at the menu and wondering if he could afford it... or his wife would have to pay for it. This was important to him.

- Dave Rangel

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Stephen was acquiring his bottle of Cabernet Munro and returning to the dining room when the arrival of Mr. Rangel caught his eye. He quickly walked over to the reception area. "Sir may I help you, Lunch for one?"
-Stephen

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"No, I'm actually looking to reserve a table for dinner... for two", Dave said as she turned away from the menu and looked at Stephen.

"It's for myself and my wife; so somewhere more private would be nice if you have that".

- Dave Rangel

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"Of course sir, we would be happy to set a reservation for you and your wife. I can get you a corner booth, much like the gentleman and his daughter in the back corner. What time would suit you best?" Stephen responded.

Once she had spent some time looking around, Clare could see many familiar items positioned around the restaurant, that to an untrained eye would be just a mess of photos and items representing different rim worlds. A closer eye would read a chronology of the great war, and individual shrines to its heroes and commanders. Someone held onto their heritage there. She could just make out the area around booth 6 that held what was her father's unmistakable portrait and a photo that was likely of the Old Guard. Chances are someone would be able to pick out Miles in the photo.

-GM

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As they waited, Clare idly scanned the place, spending as much time on the various objects decorating the walls as on the customers' faces. Of course, she especially concentrated over by booth 6. The girl had the eyes of youth, she could make out some detail even at distance no problem.

"Shiny! I can see Father's picture and there are other pictures over there. Might be of some of ....you know what?" she glanced at Miles.

"No, what, child?" Miles remained stoic and patient.

"I bet you are in one of those pictures. Want me to go see?" she informed him then requested.

He shook his head, "No, you already know what I look like and so do I."

"You're no fun," she grumped.

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Zuzutoo wrote:

"Of course sir, we would be happy to set a reservation for you and your wife. I can get you a corner booth, much like the gentleman and his daughter in the back corner. What time would suit you best?" Stephen responded.

"1900 would be best", Dave replied, "Put it in the name of Rangel".

Once that was done, he took a further glance at the menu, decided he would be paying and then walked out of the restaurant to just outside the door. He unlocked his phone, smiled at the wallpaper of his wife in a schoolgirl outfit covered in silly string and then pressed the buttons to send her a text message.

Booked dinner for 7pm at Clay Pigeons. I'm paying... and you'll be wearing the cheerleader gear in the hot tub. See you later Colonel Hottie. 

- Dave Rangel

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"Very well sir. Private table for two, 1900, Rangel. We look forward to serving you then." Stephen remarked as Dave walked away. After entering the reservation into the book Stephen turned and came back to Miles and Clare's table.

He presented the bottle of wine for Clare's inspection and then of course to Miles as her father. He proceeded to uncork the bottle and filled the wine glasses for both of them. "My uncle was once saved from some Alliance carpetbaggers by General Munroe's Old Guard. They had threatened to take his property after the war, Munroe's boys gave them a licking I am certain they will not soon forget. Have you decided on your meal for the evening?"
-Stephen

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Clare was pleased the man first presented to the bottle to her for inspection, she took it, eyed the label - sure enough that was the distinctive label of her home world. Hers was a small world so it wasn't like they had lots of vineyards.

"Excellent," she approved. Miles received it next, examined it, and nodded.

As the fellow opened the bottle he mentioned, "My uncle was once saved from some Alliance carpetbaggers by General Munroe's Old Guard. They had threatened to take his property after the war, Munroe's boys gave them a licking I am certain they will not soon forget. Have you decided on your meal for the evening?"

Clare glanced to Miles, "You think ...." But then she stopped, she knew Miles would not approve of her continuing that question.

Miles looked up at the man, "I've heard of them. Good fighters, excellent leadership, Munro was a charismatic leader, inspired loyalty."

"Or so it's been said," he added.

Clare smiled, "Gorram right."

Now as to their order, Clare spoke first,"I will have the prime rib, please. Medium rare."

"Sounds good to me, same doneness," Miles reached for a poured glass of wine as did the girl, they then clinked glasses.

"To the Munros!" she toasted.

"To the Munros," Miles echoed.

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Stephen took down their orders with a smile. As they clicked their glasses he leaned in closer to the pair. "It is not for popular knowledge, but a group of independently minded citizens gather on the station once a month. Its mainly a time to share memories and keep burning the fires of lost causes. I think you may be of mind to join them. Just a social group of course."
-Stephen

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Both Miles and Clare listened to the man tell them about this rather interesting development. However the girl frowned suddenly, not liking his take on things.

"Lost causes? What are you calling a lost cause?" she instantly glared at the poor fellow.

Miles placed a hand over her free one, "Now, now, dear, he didn't mean anything by it. Like he said it's just a friendly tip about a social group is all."

Clare simmered but nodded.

Then Miles looked up to their server, "Teens, get emotional over the slightest things. You'll understand if you ever have one of your own."

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"I certainly understand Sir, and I meant no offense to the lady, beyond the offense that each of us must put up with every day under the watchful eye of the Alliance. Still you would be most welcome if you wished to attend, as a social group. Please allow me to get your meals started. I will bring some bread for you in a moment."

-Stephen

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Miles knew the man had meant nothing by it of course, as much as he had briefed Clare to keep her cool and remain detached about any mention of any sort about her home world, her old life, the girl was an emotional teen who had suffered great loss, he should have known it would not be easy.

"I know you didn't, she does too," Miles glanced at Clare.

"It's fine, I'm just hungry is all, I get a little....snappy," Clare smiled up at the man, unaware her eyes were tearing up some.

"Bread would be good, thank you," Miles nodded.

When he left Miles smiled at the girl, "I have half a mind to let you go swimming at that pool, you really need some physical activity and maybe it will make you less touchy."

"Really? I would like to," Clare nodded, pleased to hear it.

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Some time passed before Stephen brought a basket of bread with butter to the table. "Your Prime Rib is cooking. May I bring you an appetizer or salad while you wait?"
-Stephen

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Miles sipped the wine, he was more of a hard liquor sort of man but it would do. Besides he was on duty....frell, from here on in he'd probably always be on duty.

"Nothing for me," Miles shook his head as he glanced up at the server.

Clare looked up, "You got any stuffed mushrooms?"

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Stephen smiled at his customers. "Why yes, we have a delicious Goat Cheese and herb stuffed mushroom form a recipe from Harvest. It is very popular.

I never did ask, are you visiting the station, or are you here on business? I like clients with discerning tastes for the Rim."

-Stephen

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"Mmmm, that sounds interesting. We'll take that then, please," Clare looked pleased.

The server continued, "I never did ask, are you visiting the station, or are you here on business? I like clients with discerning tastes for the Rim."

Miles looked up at the man, "No you didn't ask. But as long as you now have done so, I will answer. It's really none of your business. The only thing that should matter to you is we are here to eat at your fine establishment. This is a business deal of sorts, wouldn't you agree?"

He tried for a friendly smile but it was a rather fake one.

"You'll get a better tip if you stick to your job and leave it at that."

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Stephen took a step back. "My apologies sir. If a meal is all you would like, you shall have our best. You just seemed to be a man of Independent means that would have an interest in happenings around the station. Forgive my misstep. I will have those mushrooms for you shortly."
-Stephen

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Miles knew the fellow was just trying to be friendly, nice, but nonetheless it was more prying than his own security conscious personality could tolerate. Maybe if they came more often to eat there, he would trust the fellow a bit more but not now, not yet.

Clare wouldn't have been so short with the man but she actually did understand Mile's less than disguised rebuke. Once the server left out of hearing, she said to Miles, "Well, now I hope he doesn't spit on the mushrooms or tell them to put something gross in our main course."

"I doubt it," Miles shrugged and drank some more wine. It really wasn't bad at all even though he did prefer stronger liquor.

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