Ah, there you have it. The boss arrived just in time to... well... to what? Save my hide, or hinder my efforts to score a night with the deadliest assassin in the Omicrons.... hm?
"Sure Raven, go hang out with the boss. We can continue our discussion at another time.... oh and to answer your question: I don't feel lucky. But it looks like I am, since I haven't been blown to bits yet. Or is it just my skill, who knows?"
He tips his imaginary hat to her and thinks to himself "well. I at least now I know she doesn't want me dead... yet at least haha."
He switches the cigar in his mouth to the other side again and blows out a big cloud of smoke filled with fragrant smells as the corners of his mouth turn into a smile again.
He scans the bar for the waiter and sees him at the counter.
"yes well, I guess there is no better place to be." and starts strolling towards the counter.
