Happy Hour!

[protecthefuture]

Sarah was still worried about her son. Not that she didn't think he couldn't take care of himself. Not with Derek and Tin Girl around. He could. Even if he was a bit more... well, there had just been a lot to happen. Heading downstairs from her room, she walked over to Bar to get a drink and ended up with a little note beside it. Raising a brow at the note, she couldn't help but smirk. "Are you sure that's wise?" Another note that simply stated;

You have experience.

There was a lot she had experience in. And the fact that a Bar at the end of the universe knew... it kind of squeaked her. Not by much though. Then again not much did after dealing with the Terminators. Stupid machines she'd been dealing with since before her son's birth. Downing her drink, she walks over and ducks back behind bar and places specials up on the board.

Specials
Caribbean Kiss
Milky Way
Pain Killer

Original Terminator

That last one might be on there because it amuses her. Also because she's had her run in with quite a few of them and the original that had been sent back... It had been sent to kill her. It's a reminder... sort of. Either way it goes...

"Happy Hour Everyone!"


[Tiny Tag:] Sarah J. Connor]

Comments

[protecthefuture]

Specials don't always catch a person's attention. Sometimes they're not meant to. Not even ones that pertain to a person's own personal memories. She gives a nod and places the drink down in front of her. Though it's the BDUs and just how she's dressed that catches her attention.

After all, she's known quite a few military men in her life.

[alertcommando]

"Thanks." She downs half of it, sighs.

...

...

"Tanya." Now the woman feels a bit social.

[protecthefuture]

"No problem."

It's alright. Really.

She's not a social creature either.

"Sarah."

[alertcommando]

Tanya used to be. "Been coming here long?" The young woman has a war-worn expression, that kind of tense posture... someone used to constant danger.

[protecthefuture]

"Not long at all." Sarah... she's just... well, worried. So if anyone were to look at her, they'd note the hardness of her features... the constant worry lines. Then again when it came to her son and Derek... fighting the Terminators.

"I've only been here, I'm guessing a few weeks." She's lost track of time and she doesn't like that.

[alertcommando]

"Bound? Unable to leave?" Tanya would not like it happening to anyone.

No not even her worst enemy.

Maybe.

[protecthefuture]

"For the time being, yes. But once I'm not I'm going back to my son and daughter."

Not that Cameron was really her daughter but you know.

[alertcommando]

"My door is always there." Tanya looks that way. "I guess the Bar does not want me to miss any of the war."