A nervous looking, casually dressed Corsair man saunters in, conveniently getting to the jukebox as Eugen's song ends, before anyone else can get to it.
As his song comes on he dances his way up to the bar, badly.
"Hola there, chica, uh, I mean, comrade...uh, me no speaka la Coalition, si?" he says, trying to apologise for the fact that he isn't local.
The barmaid smiles,
"You picked a good song... what are you drinking, comrade?"
The Corsair flinches, being called 'comrade' by a young lady almost hurts him...
"Uh... it's Afonso, chica, not 'comrade'... and I'll have anything that isn't Vodka, if that's okay, si?"
The girl laughs,
"But you called me comrade... anyway, a Corsair by the looks of you... one Cadiz lager coming up, Afonso."
He grins as she winks at him, very embarassed, and turns to the rather empty bar(seeing as the junior lieutenants fled a certain Commander...), deciding to sit next to one of the few people there.
"Hola, amigo!" he says as he sits next to a uniformed individual, his insignia saying that his name is Lieutenant Commander Eugen Weise. He had just finished speaking to a superior officer by the looks of things.
"I heard you speaking to the masked man... I must say... I'm sure I recognise your voice from somewhere..."
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