The first fifteen-ish minutes of the party flew by with no interesting events, Aidan didn't notice how quickly time passed; at least, not until he lowered the PADD to rub his eyes and check his wristwatch. Given a chance to look around more, he spotted a new arrival settling down and ordering a glass of wine and another with water. Aidan tried his best not to stare at the poor thing and look like a complete stalker, but he concluded that she was Amelia, the ATAM pilot; he mentally congratulated the fox for ordering wine, at least she tried to keep her heart healthy. Just to get himself out of the rather awkward situation - him being part of the new recruits and yet, he retreats away, stays silent and carefully scans everyone in sight - Aidan thought to move out of his comfort zone try some conversation, get himself introduced to his co-workers; still, his better judgment advised him against it. He knew too well how annoying it is when someone comes right at you and starts babbling just about anything that does not interest you in the slightest when you seek solace and silence; instead, Oliver went ahead and did just that and what a way to start a conversation! [i]Smooth[/i] appreciated the dog as he lowered his snout so he could hide an amused smirk creeping on his lips. [i]I can see why he has police records, poor bloke's a gentleman[/i] he thought as he concluded his work on his PADD and finally stow it away; he had to do some mental struggles to keep himself away from the device for the rest of the party and try not to look bored. His yawning fit didn't help him much in that matter, though, sleep deprivation was finally showing up on him (save for the unhealthy eye bags hanging beneath his heavy eyelids); and it would get worse, he despised first days in an unfamiliar place, he could never get any sleep at all. Scanning the place once more, he spotted an arriving Myrina and a third tiger retreating to a corner of the room. And a hare? Maybe that one was Adrian.

[i]Quite a solitary bunch[/i] thought Aidan [i]either that or that drill of theirs didn't go all that great. If that's the case, well... at least I'll finally deserve my paycheck.[/i] With nothing better to do, he finally gave in to the temptation and decided to cool his throat with some bottled, golden poison. After all, one 4% by volume ethanol wouldn't ruin his discernment too bad, maybe they even watered their beers down so they wouldn't distribute too much unauthorized refreshments; then again, judging by how "strict" this place is, surely one can find a hefty supply of spirits somewhere on the cruiser. [i]Should've requisitioned more fructose.[/i] Aidan turned towards the bar and as soon as he spotted the bartender facing away from him, he tapped on the bar to attract his attention and raised one finger; alas, it was in vain, as the bartender seemed to be rather oblivious towards the canine's request. Thinking that the bartender may be a bit too busy to hear something as soft as a tapping on a bar, Aidan placed his thumb and finger under his tongue and threw an ear-piercing whistle. Yet, no reaction. He cocked his head backwards in confusion and glanced at everyone else at the bar then back at him. His eyebrow shot upwards, he took off from his seat and approached the man.

[b]"Hey, uh-"[/b] but his lame words were unheard. Being tired of this shit, Aidan patted the man's shoulder and tilted his head sideways, maybe he could catch a glance at what he was doing. Finally, he turned around at him, bearing an annoyed expression, yet, the canine did not give up on his intentions.

[b]"Sun-uva-bish, whu?"[/b]

[b]"Would you be a kind enough gentleman to interrupt your important activities and offer me a bottled beverage containing alcohol, from processed malted barley? It would alleviate my minor dehydration issue, verily so."[/b] He finished his eloquent request with an innocent grin, making fun of the man's obvious latency; sure, it wasn't nice, but he had nothing else to do but to bartend. And he wasn't doing an exceptional job. Unable to keep up with Aidan's apparent gibberish, the bartender shrugged and placed a bottle of beer on the table, muttering [b]"Whatev', mang."[/b] Delighted with his reward, the dog nodded deeply, offering him his most sincere thanks, even though he didn't even open the damn bottle. Losing a bit of his patience, the dog sighed and shook his head and locked the bottle cap against the hard surface of the table, only to smash his fist against the bottle and effectively open it. Startled, the man behind the bar looked around only to see Aidan lifting the bottle and bearing a shit-eating grin before taking a swig.

[i]Now he can hear me.[/i] Muttered the dog to no one in particular. He decided not to bother himself and go back to his old spot and, instead, stay there; and while he was at it, maybe talk to someone? After another scan, he thought better than to disturb Michael, Oliver with Amelia or colonel Blade with Myrina. Since Adrian also preferred solitude, the medic turned his head over to the wolf near him, who was abandoned by his friend. Maybe he could take Oliver's place?

[b]"Kensington, pilot of the... ah, Sky Hawk, right?"[/b] of course, he was right, but he had to start a conversation somehow and offered his hand for a healthy shake. [b]"Aidan Sykes, I'll be the combat and non-combat medic of the team. Hopefully you won't have to haul my ass too much, I'd hate to ruin the paint job of the chopper. Say, uh, if you'd rather be with your own thoughts, I'll bugger off and bother someone else; maybe my friend there behind the counter."[/b] he said, turning his head towards the bartender and giving him a thumbs up before returning his attention to the chopper pilot. [b]"You guys must be the most well-mannered people I've meet since I've been in the military, no one's playing beer pong or trying to redecorate the place with puke. Well, not yet. I have a feeling I'll be working tonight."[/b]

Aidan did feel rather uncomfortable to be on the landruiser, and it has been, what, half an hour? He didn't quite get the chance to wind down, realize what the heck he was doing and reorganize his stuff. For now, though, all he could do was to blend in as much as he could and try to deal with his own problems, later.