Chris walked into the bar with hope to find a job here. He was running low on credits and also wanted some action. His ship was still not welcomed in Liberty space so he had not so many options to choose. And all because of LPI bureaucracy.
He sat and ordered an "Old Alfred Drink". He looked relaxed at the first glance, but inside he was like a cocked gun. This place was too famous among pirates and smugglers. He was old and wise enough to not get fooled by the calm atmosphere and fancy-looking interiors.
He took a look around to find a potential employer. Few people were staring at him but they haven't looked too representative and trusty to get something from them.
Soon, his attention has returned to the drink. He was sure that he was noticed by the right people, so he had the patience and was ready to order some more of this fine whiskey.
