She's hardly new to this, I like it when they play hard to get, thought Frost. Moving beside Langley, he leant against the bar slightly, looking over the rest of the room."I'll keep you right on the drinks, given I helped the Maestro here pick them out. For one thing, it might be the old recipe but there's no way we'd have any Ale left from Crayter. Not at 60 credits a pint, that's for sure. A little secret something between us, eh?"he said with a smirk.
Quietening down for The Crayterians' first song with hardly a glance towards his 'companion' (while he could help it), he then saw a young woman stand up. After she had finished her rather moving speech, Frost spoke up above all the rest, then turned to look Aeryn in the eyes."For those we left behind!"and slamming back his rum, with the usual Maldava burn rising through his throat.
Pointing towards the tap of mead as the bartender dropped his arm from a salute, Frost then saw Lou walking back up to the microphone... Lucky for him I'm in a good mood. Or maybe its the rum speaking a bit, were his thoughts as he spoke up for a third time."I don't know how things are for you downstairs, Marcus, but we're hardly little when we're loving. I'm sure there are some around who can confirm... maybe this little threesome of spooks, you lot seem to be always watching."