-The Drunken Junker Pub-

[Huhuh]

A man in a grimy white suit appears at the entrance to the Drunken Junker. The bright lights outside make him appear as but a silhouette.

Dekker approaches the man and asks if he is carrying weapons. The man holds his hand up to Dekker, who examines the Congress signet ring worn on the man's middle finger. Dekker nods and steps aside.

The man in the white suit spies the bar and slinks over to it.

"Ah Barret, long time no see!"
"Aye, how's it been Johnny?"
"Good, good. So, what will it be?"
"Uhh, how about some of that?" He points to an overly elaborate bottle of brown liquid.
"Ah, a fine choice."
"You gonna tell me what it is?"
"Nay, where's the fun in that?"

Barret's eyes narrow to slits as he observe the preparation of his drink.

"There ya go."
"Put on my tab."

Barret picks up the drink and turns to away from the bar. His gaze glides over patrons. Seems to be some unusual folk in tonight.

Barret's gaze eventually settles on the piano. Memories of karaoke nights in Rheinland come flooding back to him. He downs his drink and strides over.

The drone of conversation seems to die down into silence as Barret carefully settles into a position to play.

A small grin appears on his face as he plays one of the many songs he picked up in Rheinland.

Many of the patrons look to the man in grimy suit playing the beautiful melody.

His eyes close and he rocks back and forth to the music.

Even Finnegan looks down from atop the staircase to watch his fellow Congressman. A toothy grin sweeps across his face. As swiftly as he arrived, Finnegan disappears back to the private lounge.

As his music continues on, Barret thinks to himself.
It's good to be among friends again.

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