Graham walked into the bar. He really needed a drink. Graham walked up and sat a couple of stools down from what he could only assume was Admiral Sius - he'd not met him before, at least not anything beyond a handshake.
"Something strong. I don't particularly care what.", he called on the barkeep.
He was handed something that smelled like whiskey and looked like vodka, but he didn't question it. He turned to the Admiral to say a greeting or something, but he seemed focused on his drink and the rising star. He turned back to his drink, taking a large gulp of it. He'd like to try and wash out all the stupidity and horrors he'd seen in the last few days, what with Nomads, Rheinlanders, Outcasts, Corsairs, and every other hostile entity trying to overtake everything from Hudson to Cortez. He'd make a joke about this being above his paygrade but he wasn't even sure that he was being paid.
"Oh well.", he muttered to himself as he downed his drink.
