Without a visible change of expression Khayman nodded, Of course, one more person ain't going to break the bank, first rounds on me 2nd Lieutenant, he said, then headed for his quarters, I need to get out of my gear first, we will meet up outside the main barracks in a half hour.
Viego also decided to go to the barracks to change. After all dress uniform for meeting the Emperor and the high command wasn't his idea of club wear. He changed out of his fancy duds and got into his going out club wear, which was a pretty nice looking outfit, he also made sure to grab his cash cause he didn't expect Sarge to pay all night.
Nolan goes to his car, and gets a small suitcase out of the trunk. As an operative he made a point to always have two go bags in teh car at any moment.. one with a nice pair of 'civvies' (civilian clothes) andor his dress uniform, and trhe other, well that was his combat kit.
Taking the suitcase to his quarters, he quickly changes garb, and hangs his dress uniform in the wardrobe. His combat gear he is keeping locked in his car for now.
Marcus popped into his quarters really fast as well. He didn't have much in the way of clothing outside of his uniform. But he did have one set of casual wear he used for going into town or days off. He slipped on some running shoes, a pair of denim jeans and black t-shirt. After grabbing his wallet and making sure he didn't smell like a horse, he stepped out to wait for his brothers and the Sarge. Seemed like they had a new C.O., so it was going to be a good opportunity to get to know the man.
It took him a little while to slip out of the armor and into civvies, but shortly before the allotted time, he appeared outside the barracks looking less like the Master Sergeant and more like just one of the guys.
Aaron put on a grey hoodie and some faded jeans, strapped two knives to his legs (one survival and vibro just in case), grabbed some cash and joined the others.
Nolan arrives in the courtyard, dress in his black denim jeans, a black shirt shirt, and his black long coat.
"So what vehicle are we going to use? My car unfortunately only seats four, not five. I know of a few spots in town, but I am sure you have one or two in mind already."
He hold out his hand "The name is Nolan Randall by the way. When we are off-duty, I expect you to call me by my first name, save the yessirs and nosirs for when we are on duty."
"Given your training and abilities I quite expect you may outrank me soon enough. You'll probably each make Captain before you know it."
---Everyone---
All of them meet up at Nolan's car and there are two jeeps parked there as well. Sarge has the keys to one of them. The Guard Captain nods as he passes by, "Drink a round on me and the squad, boys!" And he tosses a cred stick to Aaron. The digital display showed there was about a 100 credits on there. "Have fun and don't get in trouble!" With that the man disappeared into the guard shack.
---Viego and Aaron---
Out of everyone Viego and Aaron know the hot spots around the suburbs of Chi-town. Most are respectable depending on what your looking for, clubs, regular girls, etc. Some were not so much, brothels and harder stuff. Just depended on what scene you wanted to experience.
Viego eyes Aaron, and says "How deep do we expose them too? I was thinking we go to the hotest place in town.. but I will let you pick."
Aaron deftly caught the cred stick and placed a hand on his heart, pointing at the Guard Captain appreciatively. A man after my own heart, Captain.
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Well if we're gonna be properly introduced to Mister Randall here, let's go somewhere quiet enough for an actual conversation. I know a place a few blocks away. Medium crowd, good beer, passable food. And the seats don't stick to your ass. Aaron sucked the air through his teeth and gave the other guys a look of concern. Don't eat the bar nuts though. I mean you can if you really want to; I can flush toxins out of your system after all. That last sentence alone provided ample explanation. Aaron waggled his eyebrows at Viego. You know the place I'm talking about. The one with the stuffed unicorn.
We can take the guys to one of the more...uh..."cultured" places another time. By cultured Aaron meant a seedy, sweaty dive bar where bare tits and brawls were usually the evening's entertainment. It was probably prudent not to go all-out right out the gate with a superior officer they had only met moments ago.