The Albion - Function Room of the Bretonian Embassy on New Berlin

[sovereign]

Lenora Schneider entered the room wearing a simple green dress adorned only by a small black ribbon. Swearing under her breath at locating a patch of engine oil in part of her hair, she swiftly headed to the bar and sat down. Most of the boring dignitaries didn't hang around at the bar itself, after all- the new Bretonian ambassador was pleasant to talk to, but the majority of the people around were two or three times her age and two or three times less interesting. She looked around, hoping to see the MI5 agent who had asked to share a drink, but he didn't seem to be around.

"He's probably just running late... not that I'm surprised..." Lenora mumbled. Hoping to pass the time, she flagged down the barkeep. "One of those over there, please..."

"That's strong stuff, you know."

"I'm a Rheinwehr flag officer."

"Coming right up."

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