Cryoto walked into the bar. His jacket slung over his right shoulder, shades tucked in his grey shirt and his other hand in the left pocket of his flight trousers.
He'd just been moved up from being a nugget and into the 'Hell's Angels', his new-found squadron. He didn't really know much about it, except that the people were laid back and he'd often find them drinking among the patrons in the bar. Oh, Chamberlain was also in it, which was pretty good.
He came up to the bartender and asked for a drink. "Hey man, I'll have a Council Cognac please"
He gave the bartender some credits and then departed for the nearest table.
He kicked back in his seat, resting his legs on the table and placing his jacket on his seat. He took a drink from his glass.