Lieutenant James Peterson tapped in his personal code. the door opened.
"Gee, no one around, thats a shame. not even the Bartender.Well, self service."
Two minutes later, he came out, Gin and Whiskey in one hand, and a Martini in the other.
"Now, to find a good place to sit and watch the Game."
James activates the Neuralnet Screen to catch some news.
"Ah, I quite like this. Gives me an incentive to fly more."
James looks to see if anyone else was coming. Probably commander or higher. he couldnt guess. But he was sure someone was. He heard the codes being entered.