Sunny looked up after seeing Martok enter. His presence in the bar couldn't be missed and he held his own look as commander very well.
He walked up to him and greeted him. Sunny smirked back.
"A pleasure as well, commander, thank you for the invite."
Sunny chuckled after listening to Martok while sitting down now at the table. He reached over to one of the bottles and got a glass that was on the table. Taking a look at the label and smirking, he looked up. "May I?... " And he opens the bottle and pours first a glass for Martok and then for himself; placing the bottle down afterwords.
"You know how to treat a guy around here, I can tell you that much, heh. Cheers!" He smirks, relaxing in his seat and taking a ship of the wine. He nods his approval of the taste.
"My organisation? We are a Fighter-class club headquartered in Coronado with several chapters across Sirius. We're mostly known for races that we organize as well as... club parties. Pretty much what we are asking about these ships. We're lookin' to expand our little ... entertainment trade... if you want to think of it like that." He smirks.
"You run a nice 'joint' around here though, the wine is excellent." He complements. "You could tell a lot by a man by the type of drinks he likes."
