The day ended later than normal for Nichole, having just finished logging in a shipment of hull panels but for as long as the day was, she still made it a point to look her best before venturing into Kalashnikov's for a night cap.
"Ah, Miss Nichole," piped the bartender with a smile as she walked in, "always a pleasant sight when you bless us with your appearance."
She just smiled and lit up the room with it and winked, "Thanks, Sweetie! Some Gallic Wine if you would. Anything stronger and I'll get sleepy."
The bartender put the glass on the counter and filled it, "there you are, Miss."
She took a sip and looked around, "Seen the Premier anywhere?"
"No, hasn't been here in a few days. He's been quite busy," answered the bartender.
With that, she just nodded. She then found a seat on a small table as she placed her purse in her lap. As she enjoyed her wine, she just watched the comings and goings. If nothing else, she found somewhere to unwind a bit.