Three Bottles

[EisenSeele]

Siegfried rose to deliver a deep nod towards Cobra.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Commander Moretti."
The old man opened the large bottle of whiskey, deftly pouring out three glasses with a smooth precision and grace unexpected for a man his age. Siegfried wasn't much for superstition, but the Rheinlandic tradition of a sharing of good spirits at the beginning of a new meeting as an invocation to some long forgotten god of hospitality had always struck a chord with him.
Though the Xeno representative came with an armed retinue, Caliban undoubtably weighed down with all manner of offensive impliments, and the Büro gunship several klicks outside the viewing window of the restaurant with needlers focused on the brainstem of every single person in the restauraunt and the adjacent levels, Kai had a feeling that such preparations would be unnecessary.

Holding out the first glass by hand to Moretti in deference, "Please accept this and share a drink with us as a token of good faith, and a sacred oath to do no harm to those present while we dine together."

Some old ways still had their place.

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