Trenton Outpost Common Room [//USI with Tyria and associates only]

[DkJericho]

A man close to his fifties with brown hair and brown eyes walks down the halls of Trenton looking up he finally sees the neon sign stating "Common Room". He slowly walks to the door when it slides open revealing a bustling room of pilots. Staring forward he spots an empty table and takes a seat. A few minutes pass by when the waiter walks up. "What can I do for you sir? ... The waiter pauses for a second. "Are you Mr.Tanner? The Frank Tanner?" Frank is the Chief Logistics Officer for Universals Trading Division you see the stress on his face from the duties of his position.

"That it would seem ...I'm sorry it's been a long day I'm here to see Tyria have you seen her?"

"No sir I have not".

"Alright get me a Liberty Ale then".

"Of course".

Frank leans back in his seat soaking in a day's work.

"Wonder what's taking her she is never usually late".

[Tyria Regalia]

As she traversed down the corridors of Trenton Tyria adjusted her jacket on her way to the Common Room. After the conversation she'd had the other night, she was a bit nervous about further conversations with Frank. He'd grilled her a bit about some side activities she was attending to, and after some persuasion she'd confided in him with her plans.

Stepping through the door, she stopped at the counter and ordered a sonic servo, a mixture of Vodka and Elixirs that she'd grown accustomed to. The bartender, recognizing her from the order, indicated to Frank Tanner sitting at a nearby table, alone. Drink in hand, she took a chair opposite Tanner. "You might be over dressed for this establishment, Francis."

[DkJericho]

He sits there staring towards the door he had come into not to long ago. "You might be over dressed for this establishment, Francis." He has a blank face as he slowly turns his head towards her but eventually breaks a smile. "Hey there Tyria, I apologize haven't had much sleep lately. I would of changed but really didn't have time". He laughs as he straightens his suit out. "So I hear things are starting to shape up with the project"? He polishes off his Ale. "Waiter ill have another please. As for the lady here she will have a.....". He stares down at her drink. "Scratch that just the Ale".