<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>"Sir, yes, sir.  I will try to lighten up sir," Brooklyn said, his face revealing no emotion at all as he snapped Ranna a salute.  The salute wasn't as crisp as the first one though, held at a more jaunty angle, and he was leaning slightly on one foot instead of putting weight equally on both.  And then there was a wink of his own to match hers.<br/>"Brook will be fine.  Or Gauss.  Never Guss though, otherwise we'll see who's ass gets beat in training.  Sir."<br/>As she walked past him, Brooklyn's eyes flickered down for a moment.  Not a surprise why the lieutenant felt tempted to grab her ass.  Brooklyn flickered his eyes elsewhere.  Safer that way to avoid attention, especially since that wasn't the kind of 'lightening up' the captain was asking for.  As he looked around the bar, something else caught his eye.<br/><br/>Letting the rest of the mercenary company talk amongst themselves, he made his way to the counter top and took a seat close to the end.  Taking out a few bills, he passed it towards the bartender.<br/>Without much of a change in expression, he pointed at the asian looking woman standing a little further down, "Pint of whatever she's having."<br/>He didn't even glance in her direction as he waited for his beer, instead spending the time lightly tapping his foot on the floor.  When his beer arrived, he took a sip, and then followed it with a deeper drink.<br/>"Not a bad choice," Brooklyn commented, finally looking towards the woman as he raised his glass towards her. "It looked like you were keeping an eye on everyone the entire time, and I thought I spotted you raising your glass in toast at the same time.  I'd buy you another round but you seem to be taking your time with that one.  Not that I blame you."