After some time, Sierra noticed that two of the nuggets he had flown around with, Hotshot and Joker, were together at the bar. Out of the corner of his eye, he had also spotted a lonely warrant officer drinking something utterly disgusting in a bar environment. Coffee.
"Night, check out this guy over here drinking coffee like it's 6am." he said, pointing at Ravis. "I'll go check on the other two nuggets over there, while you deal with him."
Sierra walked over to the two, patting them both on the back, although in a much less threatening manner than Mercer had done. He looked at them both with a slightly-tipsy smile, before speaking.
"Well now, what are you two doing in a place like this? I thought you'd be out on patrol, or learning the ropes for whatever thing you're studying."he said.
