Bartender: What can i get yer ?
Henry.Noxville: Huh? Oh ... err .. scotch
Henry rests his chin on his hand looking glim
Bartender: Rough day ?
Henry.Noxville: You've got it.
The Bartender chuckles
Bartender: Care to share ?
Henry looks up and the bartender and smiles
Henry.Noxville: After been threatend by a Kusarian in Bretonian space, it doesnt really make you in the best of moods.
Bartender: I 'ear yer there.
Henry.Noxville: Bottoms up
Henry leans back and necks the scotch, and then slaps the glass on the counter
Henry.Noxville: Cheer's.
Bartender: Any time
Henry pays for the drink and then returns to his hotel suite