WHO: Sam Anders and OPEN! (Multiple threads welcome!)
WHAT: the life of a bar owner
WHEN: evening- 21st July
WHERE: the Lux
RATING: TBD
STATUS: OPEN- In progress


Despite it all, life was good. Even with former Cylon selves running around, and despite the bastard Jettise Solo running around and winding Mirta up, Sam Anders was pretty happy with life. He was with a woman he loved, and who loved him in return which was actually new for him. And there was their baby on the way. The doctor appointments had been going well, although Sam was wanting to get a second opinion as her pregnancy progressed, just in case of any hybrid complications. She was just starting to show, something that Sam was surprised to find out he absolutely loved.

The business was going well as well, the Lux bringing in good profits every single night. There were times he still missed the thrill of combat and flying, but that was far outweighed by the less of a thrill aspects of fighting for his life every day, and eating the rations of the Galactica. He'd take the quiet life of running a bar any day.

Well, usually quiet. Right now, it was looking like two groups of frakking idiots were gearing up to start a fight. Even with violence being impossible inside the club, fights could still brew and then explode the second they were outside of the sanctuary spells, something that was bad for business. Plus, even if punches couldn't be thrown, shouts and insults still could and that was just disturbing for other patrons.

Sam sighed and made his way from where he'd been refilling the spirits to the two groups.

"Alright, you kids want to take this somewhere else, or just calm the frak down?"