The shipwide clock had just struck 19:50 hours, ten minutes until dinner with Trueno Benitez. Brisbane slid on a cream suit jacket over a light blue shirt and golden crosshatch tie, it blended perfectly with the matching trousers.
'Thats the good stuff.'
He straightened his tie and checked the time, five minutes two eight, one final look and he was out the door. He had no intention of being on time, it would be impolite to arrive so precisely to a casual dinner especially one being hosted by a powerful Corsair family.
He felt like lighting a cigar but decided against it, the restaurant may not allow smoking. He continued down the corridor towards the middle of the ship and the only way up to the Star Pool restaurant. The central lift stood in the middle of a cathedral sized hall, complete with exotic plants and fountain. This was luxury in the extreme but far too much for Brisbane's tastes, he stepped in to the lift thankful to be out of it.
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The door slid open on the first floor revealing a stunning restaurant fit for a head of state. A voice snapped him back to reality.
"Reservation sir?" "Pardon me I was admiring your establishment. quite breathtaking. The table is reserved for Senor Trudwig."
The concierge stiffened at the name, this was obviously a regular occurence as he motioned for Brisbane to follow without asking a name. They weaved though the mass of tables and finely dress guests until they reached the back of the room. This was unmistakably the V.I.P section, the tables stood on a gently raised platform surrounded by a golden handrail. The concierge gestured to the middle table and retreated as quickly as politeness allowed.
Brisbane tugged on his cuffs and approached the table smiling, he offered his hand and spoke softly.
