[font=Cambria]Wexler gave off a slight grin almost like he had expected the disapproval of alcohol.
Grabbing Alesky's glass of whiskey that had remained untouched on the table he said with a mocking tone;
"Haha, you are full of life when you stand next to Gaians but when it comes to whiskey you shy away like a scared girl."
Smirking for a second before he emptied Alesky's glass.
[color=#FF5555]"So anyways, I think it's about time we start briefing our pilots yeah? I mean hardly anyone in the lower command has any clue what we are doing there in Omega-50. Sure they know we are shooting loyalists but the purpose remains unknown to them."
As he finished he leaned back a bit on his chair moving onto a more relaxed position waiting for Alesky to chip in.