The Golden Lion

[Skorak]

Michael Dean steps into the bar, dressed in an expensive modern suit, presenting the position and wealth he worked for. He shows his usual smug smirk and looks around the bar that has just been finished. Obviously liking what he sees, he walks in slowly. Many parts of the bar have been changed on his order, to make it a modern experience.
He casually raises a hand in direction of the bartender. "Glen Cork, double, on the rocks. I know I ordered a bottle." His voice as casual as his attitude.

Dean then moves through the bar, nodding at some of the people but aiming to meet Johnson. He smirks as he sees him sitting there, even though he disagrees with how he handles things at times. It was odd how they complemented each other. Though Dean would probably never accept that Johnson even took the effort to fly with the convoys and fight criminals in defense. Yes his ship was state of the art. Yes it was armed to the teeth and armored with the best to find but losing him would be a severe hit to Interspace.

He decides that he doesn't want to waste any thoughts on this today as he was expecting it to be special for himself. "Good day my friend, pardon my delay, we got attacked in New London and it took longer to fix the damage than expected. I had to take a shuttle to get here today. But enough of that. It is good to see you again, it has been some time since the last board meeting." He says friendly while the bartender came to him to give him his glass which Dean shortly sipped from.