The doors opened once more and for a second there, Peter Hansen stopped his walk into the Inn, giving the electric doors a short inspecting look.
"Still no one bothered to repair the door's dampeners? Just don't tell me no one noticed the terrible sound they make? Reminds me of Maltese cave bats.. gives me the shivers."
Expecting everyone to have heard his entry speech, Hansen walked up straight towards Otis' table. His characteristic walk always had a slight touch of a military march. Large steps, no loitering around, aiming straight for a target. Whenever Hansen was to approach a possible conversation partner, he or she had his undivided attention.
"Otis"
He grabbed a stool and sat down right in front of Otis Jethro, sweeping aside his flawless looking black leather coat. Not waiting for a reply, Hansen continued..
"There are many eventualities I am preparing myself for, before entering the Inn, Otis. The Reichskanzler having a sip of coffee naked at the bar? I am prepared for that. A delegation from Ouray Xenos having a meeting with the Liberty Navy Council on table 4? I would have been prepared for that aswell. And now look at you, Otis. You stumble in here after all these years, no hailing, no friendly hello.. Have you even considered asking if one of the VPs were around?"
His face formed a smile and he reached his hand out for a greeting.
"Good to see you, Mr. Jethro. I am not going to ask the where's ans why's, but tell me though... What brings you here after all these years? You look terrible, by the way."
