Ares watched Nikolai enter, guzzle a drink and stick a song on.
He expected him to come over and tell him how things were getting on, but he left. That would need looking into, he might be overworked with his secret missions. That and the little bastard just put on a crap song then left. Cheeky bugger. He sniggered, shook his head and headed up to unplug the jukebox from the power supply before reconnecting it, forcing it to restart, and putting on his own song, wondering how songs like Varnava's got onto the jukebox in spite of the 'No Emo' sign pasted to it, and the firewalls to prevent such an invasion in its hard drive.
"Y'know, if he wasn't one of our best pilots, half the bar would have shot his pasty ass right there..." said Ares, a grin on his face.