by Avery Breaux
80104.23
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--=Royal and Conti Streets, New Orleans, Earth=--
80104.23
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--=Royal and Conti Streets, New Orleans, Earth=--
The rain continued to fall in sheets. It seemed it was always water. Water in one way or another-life, sustenance, and sometimes death. But, always-water. The river, off to his right was another constant reminder. The pulse of the delta city, his home.
The rain didn't collect on the balconies, it cascaded off them below the wrought-iron railings and plummeted to the streets of the French Quarter. The people passed not noticing the horrid day, but it held a special interest for one resident. He slowly adjusted his medical books and crossed the low-curbed street and made his way through puddles to Brennan's.
The entry way of the restaurant provided refuge from the rain, and he was barely inside when greetings were exchanged. The host smiled widely and gave the typical New Orleans greeting.
"Breaux, where you at?…did you bring this foul weather our way today?…and don't tell me you are still studying those medical books? You won't be dining in the garden today, but I do have a beautiful window seat looking out onto the garden…" Getting a word in edge-wise was difficult at best, but Breaux loved the folks at Brennan's.
Breaux ventured a comment, "Yes…I know I work with machines, but someday…maybe they'll let me fix people," Breaux's answer brought a laugh to the tuxedo-clad host, who showed him to a table.
The host continued to laugh, "Fix people, you crazy Breaux, just crazy…but good crazy."
Avery Breaux set his books on the seat next to him and made sure not to allow water to fall on to the beautifully dressed pink tablecloth. His gaze went immediately to the garden courtyard, rain and all.
"You're going to miss it you know?" The host handed him a menu, and then took it back and used it as a pointer to accentuate his comments.
"I always miss it when I'm gone," Breaux replied, taking his coffee cup and sliding the cup and saucer closer to him.
"Man, when you going to give up that doctor dream of yours?…you're old like me," the host put his hand on Breaux's shoulder and chuckled.
"Fifty is not old…and at least…I…have my looks," Breaux replied. They both laughed uproariously. Breaux continued, "What am I having today?"
The host went into deep concentration as he studied his guest's face, "Well you're going off to space again, and it's raining…and you think you're going to be a doctor someday…I know what you need today…you need the shrimp Sardou and pecan pie…and coffee…lots of coffee."
"Excellent…thank you," Breaux lifted the top book and returned to his study, while sipping coffee. The host moved away from the table chuckling, "Doctor Breaux…damn that's as crazy as Starfleet and space and all that mess…"
Avery smirked at the comment and kept reading. The host stopped and turned back to him, "Is she coming today?"
Breaux stopped reading and staring at the tablecloth he answered without looking, "I don't know...I just don't know." The rain continued to fall.
The rain didn't collect on the balconies, it cascaded off them below the wrought-iron railings and plummeted to the streets of the French Quarter. The people passed not noticing the horrid day, but it held a special interest for one resident. He slowly adjusted his medical books and crossed the low-curbed street and made his way through puddles to Brennan's.
The entry way of the restaurant provided refuge from the rain, and he was barely inside when greetings were exchanged. The host smiled widely and gave the typical New Orleans greeting.
"Breaux, where you at?…did you bring this foul weather our way today?…and don't tell me you are still studying those medical books? You won't be dining in the garden today, but I do have a beautiful window seat looking out onto the garden…" Getting a word in edge-wise was difficult at best, but Breaux loved the folks at Brennan's.
Breaux ventured a comment, "Yes…I know I work with machines, but someday…maybe they'll let me fix people," Breaux's answer brought a laugh to the tuxedo-clad host, who showed him to a table.
The host continued to laugh, "Fix people, you crazy Breaux, just crazy…but good crazy."
Avery Breaux set his books on the seat next to him and made sure not to allow water to fall on to the beautifully dressed pink tablecloth. His gaze went immediately to the garden courtyard, rain and all.
"You're going to miss it you know?" The host handed him a menu, and then took it back and used it as a pointer to accentuate his comments.
"I always miss it when I'm gone," Breaux replied, taking his coffee cup and sliding the cup and saucer closer to him.
"Man, when you going to give up that doctor dream of yours?…you're old like me," the host put his hand on Breaux's shoulder and chuckled.
"Fifty is not old…and at least…I…have my looks," Breaux replied. They both laughed uproariously. Breaux continued, "What am I having today?"
The host went into deep concentration as he studied his guest's face, "Well you're going off to space again, and it's raining…and you think you're going to be a doctor someday…I know what you need today…you need the shrimp Sardou and pecan pie…and coffee…lots of coffee."
"Excellent…thank you," Breaux lifted the top book and returned to his study, while sipping coffee. The host moved away from the table chuckling, "Doctor Breaux…damn that's as crazy as Starfleet and space and all that mess…"
Avery smirked at the comment and kept reading. The host stopped and turned back to him, "Is she coming today?"
Breaux stopped reading and staring at the tablecloth he answered without looking, "I don't know...I just don't know." The rain continued to fall.
Lt. SG Avery Breaux
Engineer
USS Serendipity NCC-2012
NRPG: Now that is what I call an entrance. Welcome aboard, Mr. Breaux! ~ZL
Engineer
USS Serendipity NCC-2012
NRPG: Now that is what I call an entrance. Welcome aboard, Mr. Breaux! ~ZL