Andrews the bartender let out a sigh of relief as he set the last crate down, "Phew! Thanks for the shipment Taka, not many transports would go out there anymore."
"No problem Ern -kun," Hakase assured, leaning on the container he brought off his ship.
Andrews opened the crate to inspect it's contents, "Rheinland Beer, Kusari Sake, Scotch from Bretonia, and ho, ho, ho! What do we have here!" he pulled out a dusty bottle with no label.
Hakase smirked, "Open it."
Andrews did just that, and took a swig, "Whoa! Prime stuff! What is this Taka?"
"That, my friend, is Corsair Rum. Don't ask me how a got a hold of it, but you can expect more in about half a year. Oh! and this," he reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask and tossed it to Andrews, "from an old friend, says 'hello'."
Andrews looked at detail on the silver flask, "Well I'll be..." he traced his fingers on the rose that was engraved on it. Andrews looked up and smiled, "Thanks for this Taka."
Hakase Smiled back, "Anytime, oh, by the way," he turned to the room, "Tonight, everything is on the house!" the room erupted into cheers.
"Taka, someone's gota pick up the bill..."
"I'll take it then."
Andrews sighed, "if it's you, then it really is on the house..."