The conversation in the Cold Corner Pub was a welcome change from the lonely whistle of the wind over The Esther’s hull.
Colta leaned back in her chair, boots propped up on the edge of the table, just to annoy the trio of researchers at her table. She knocked back the rest of her amber ale, wiping a foamy mustache away with a salt burned hand.
"Alright, alright, keep your panties on, gents," she laughed, slapping the heavy, insulated crate on the table between them, the cargo of genetically modified frost-resistant wheat bound for St. André. "Your babies are safe with me. Just make sure you have that data sheet uploaded to the ship, yeah?"
With a stretch that made her ragged shirt ride up just enough to tease, Colta stood up and gathered the heavy crate under one arm, showing no strain at all. The alcohol was buzzing nicely in her veins, and she was in the mood for something a little less academic.
Her dark eyes glanced across the dimly lit pub, drifting past the regulars until they landed on a stranger sitting down the bar. They seemed out of place. "Well, well," she murmured to herself, grabbing her empty tankard.
Colta leaned back in her chair, boots propped up on the edge of the table, just to annoy the trio of researchers at her table. She knocked back the rest of her amber ale, wiping a foamy mustache away with a salt burned hand.
"Alright, alright, keep your panties on, gents," she laughed, slapping the heavy, insulated crate on the table between them, the cargo of genetically modified frost-resistant wheat bound for St. André. "Your babies are safe with me. Just make sure you have that data sheet uploaded to the ship, yeah?"
With a stretch that made her ragged shirt ride up just enough to tease, Colta stood up and gathered the heavy crate under one arm, showing no strain at all. The alcohol was buzzing nicely in her veins, and she was in the mood for something a little less academic.
Her dark eyes glanced across the dimly lit pub, drifting past the regulars until they landed on a stranger sitting down the bar. They seemed out of place. "Well, well," she murmured to herself, grabbing her empty tankard.