”So, what kinda job could a big fella like you get around in these parts?” The bartender ask as he wipes some spilled foam of the counter-top with his arm. ”You don't look like one of them marine types, and you seem to big to be a pilot.”<br/><br/>"What kind of yob you think a big ole boy like me can get? I'm a spacer man, pick up the heavy scrap and all."  Francis turned away from the bar and glanced around the caf.  Some ladies playing cards, a marine next to him.  He looks the marine up and down winking at her before gulping at his drink.<br/><br/>"So, what do you marines do for fun?"<br/><br/>He leaned his back against the bar and kept his head turned towards her.  Admiring her blonde, albeit short hair, and especially the way her uniform was cut to fit.