[h2] [centre] Marinalia (Romus) Olympus [/centre] [/h2] 
[h3] [centre] The Old Starboard, Sunday afternoon [/centre] [/h3]



Marlin seemed more relaxed and sat back sipping her tea, she was stuck with tea now she had to have 24 hours from bottle to throttle. The rule was strict but simple to remember, they even had made it rhyme. Noticing the guy he was definitely the one from the pool, small city it seemed, even among the thousands you could still remember a face. 

Thee comment about a father, obviously this one had a few issues, not that marilania could talk on that one. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"Doctor, well then Mr DR. About as heavy as a flight manual. " [/i][/color] 

More relaxed and playing slightly with her air, a prominent diamond ring glittering on not that finger twirling long blonde strands idely more as a old habit than anything else. Then she noticed the remark about the man from the Sports facility, yeah that was him, had to be. 
More quietly and tactful than the trainee DR with a accent slightly warmer than first. 

There was something interesting about him as she looked over curiously trying to be discreet as possible though her grey eyes quickly met his for a second and turned away back to the man she was talking to. This bar was certainly interesting and a far better choice than going back to her apartment at Old Harbour. She would of only ended up watching the boats or mindlessly playing some app game. Maybe she could of taken a drive, the Land rover Discovery was fun to drive though was a fuel hog in the inner city stop start traffic.

[color=6ecff6][i]"Oh, he was at the pool, i was doing my Sunday morning swim, easy 3-4km. "[/i][/color]

Ok, that was a blatant humble brag, she had worked very hard to keep up her fitness and times though, many in her profession had got fat sat down in office, on the job, nice hotel food on stops.. it was easy to let the weight slip on but Marinalia was determined not to lose that part of her life and one of few constants she had on her travels. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"Yeah fully licensed, took a lesson and found my thing, passed when i was 18. Currently work out at Daedalus. How long ive been flying is my little secret. Guess its in the blood, my fathers a merchant ships captain. we a willful lot"[/i][/color]

Thinking on what else she had to do that day, not much, though she would have to makesure to dig out her earphones, the old anolougue pair just incase, Deadalus was a modern airline but even they might not have fitted the DC-7 with a brand new radio and comms system 

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