SSG. Edward C. Forge.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 06:33:05, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. reaches out and turns the handle, pushing the door open to Gambits Bar and facing the warmth and aroma of this estalishment, trotting across the room, his boots loudly marching along the floor as he sits himself onto a stool at the bar.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 06:37:15, as written by Wordsworth

((Could someone tel me the command for whisper, sorry for interrupting.))

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 06:44:05, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. glances over as the door opens, spying the figure of a woman as she passes by an takes a seat at a booth. Indifferently Forge unsnaps the buckles on his helmet and removes it, setting it on the counter and staring forward dully.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 06:58:46, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. Glances over his shoulder at the woman sitting by her lonesome at the corner booth, looking over paper work from what he could tell. He shrugs to himself and hikes himself off the stool, grabbing his helmet and heading over. "May I sit with you, Ma'am?" He asks politely to her as he nears.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 07:07:35, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. Her nod gave him permission although the frown which creased her lips had given him indication as to her exposition to it. He took the seat and set his helmet on the table, glancing over at her file, then around the bar, back at the file again. "I'm Edward Forge." He introduced himself, offering her his hand across the table. "Sorry to impose on you."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 07:13:59, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. The smile which he brought to her face, although however insignificant it may have been was alittle reassuring, even if her words had a hint of what he thought may be sarcasm. Her hand was warm, soft, something he had long missed. "My apologies." He said with his own smile, "I could buy you a drink if you'd like, Ms. Temperance." Hopefully he was not incorrect her title of 'Ms.'

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 07:20:37, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. "Brennan." He corrected himself, "Of course. I don't drink myself." He explained, motioning for the staff and ordering himself a simple coke and the lady a soda water. With that, he rubs the back of his neck nervously. "So, you're a doctor." He stated. A professional woman.. that was a change for him.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 07:26:27, as written by Wordsworth

"I see." His definition of anthropology was very vague, the study of humanity, but what did that entail? He didn't really know to be honest. He stirred his drink with the straw idly, "Is that what all the paper work is about?" He gestured toward the files.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 07:34:51, as written by Wordsworth

"Oh." Lovely.. He was subdued by that. What did he say to that? "Working late it seems?" Noting that fact she was still at it in the current setting. "Must be tough, the job." He glanced up at her, trying to make her out in the dim light.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 07:44:17, as written by Wordsworth

"Well, it's interesting.." He lied after listening to the woman explain all the different points in her apparent murder case. "You're not much of a flirt are you?" He joked gently, a but uneasy with the strange turn of conversation.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 07:49:06, as written by Wordsworth

"Don't get me wrong, nothing gets me going like a good corpse." He chuckled softly, "Who's Booth, co-worker?" He asked, taking the first sip from his glass, a bit more relaxed with a seemingly subject.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-08 07:53:56, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. "I see." He paused, "And what kind of trouble might that be?" He asked, the way she interprets it is only up to her.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-26 01:20:22, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. Turns the knob and pushes the door open, entering the warm atmosphere of the bar, his boots hitting the wooden floor as he heads over and takes a seat at the bar, pulling himself and his equipment onto the stool and unhooking the chinstrap to his helmet, removing and setting it on the counter.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-26 01:29:39, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. Sighs softly, tapping on his helmet softly before glancing around the bar at the colorful cast of characters collected around him and then eyes front again, carefully he turns over the helmet and peers inside before flipping it back over and gazing thoughtfully at the wall.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 01:54:17, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. Enters the bar, pushing open the door stands a tall man, brown short hair hidden under a Cadet Cap which he removes, blue eyes behind a set of glasses, a Class-A Military Uniform around his chest decked with Ribbons and Brass, he closes the door behind him and walks across the room, taking a seat at the bar, setting his hat onto the counter.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-05 02:10:28, as written by Wordsworth

SSG. Edward C. Forge. hears the woman, shrugging and spinning toward the voice in his seat, raising his hand. "Sure I'll have one." He calls back, nothing to lose.

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