As the patrons enjoyed the beverages and conversation, a man in a well-kept suit, whose lanyard indicated him as a Colonial Mover by the name of David Tennyson, switched the song to an old classic that had continued to be popular with the Crayterian people. After doing so, he leaned against the jukebox, and twirled around a small datapad in his right hand, doubtlessly used to operate the jukebox.
From the entrance of the bar came a man wearing civilian clothing, consisting of a navy blue t-shirt, khaki pants, and black sneakers. Those who knew him would recognize his face as that of Sierra, and his figure went over to sit by Nighthawk, signaling the bartender as he sat down.
"Make that two, on my tab."
He passed the appropriate amount on a credit chit to the bartender, before turning to face Nighthawk, an amused look on his face.
