"Steady on there, there's some pretty nasty stuff we managed to source behind this bar."
Standing behind Aeyrn was Michael Frost, Senior Officer and squadron leader of the Hell's Angels. Usually swapping between variations on a casual flight uniform, he'd thought to try something a bit more civilian for the 'grand opening'.
He was of course one of the first here, given that most bars were better than those on Barrier. Easier to keep an eye on the spook from a table, but some things were worth making an exception for. Watching her come in, he'd picked up on her demeanour - put on or otherwise - and thought this was at least an interesting girl. Seems they'd managed to bring in a few recently...
"For one thing, that'd probably be whatever they dissolve the cardi into to mask the taste, for those unlucky enough to need it. I'll have a Maldava Rum, and I think the same for the lady. Unless you have a problem with Corsair product?"
