Manhattan bar

[marauder]

"I can do with another one too." Marauder waved his empty glass in the air.

"Actually docking is fine now it's done manually, I threaten to shoot the pilot. Who actually listens to what I say." The robot waiter delivered marauder his drink.

"if he's daft enough to try going after any of us IND it'll be written up as sucide won't it." he laughed again.

Blood walked in from the back, carefully slid onto a stool at the bar and ordered two bowls of ice. Then he buried is hands palms up sighing gratefully as the ice started to numb his hands.

"Hello there guys, those party-crashers won't be back for al long time." He shifted slightly, "I'll have a cocktail with a straw, can't hold anything at the minute."