By the time the Congressman had arrived Loki had regained some of his nerve. He recognized the Congressman from past visits to the Drunken Junker but he had never had the chance to actually talk to him or even learn the man’s name.
He quickly finished off the last bit of the whiskey he had ordered before extended his hand to his new acquaintance with a friendly smile on his face. “Howdy, my name is Loki Valmir I am a transport captain for Omicron Supply Industries but today I wish to have a quick talk with you as a private citizen. I’d like to propose a deal with you that I would prefer to keep under the table if you would be interested.”
Loki’s voice had a happy-go-lucky tone to it with a slight trace of the accent he had developed way back when he had grown up on Planet Houston. Over the years Loki had learned to use his natural carefree attitude as a way to make others underestimate him which could sometimes give him an advantage when making deals.
