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Drake settled into a booth then smiled his thanks to the waiter who brought his drink. The bar he’d chosen was fairly quiet, shabby looking but not a dive. He wanted somewhere he could enjoy his drink without having to watch out for people brawling or the crowds in a popular venue.
He’d gone for beer rather than whiskey. He didn’t want to get drunk, just spend some time away from the ship at least giving the impression of relaxing.
His escort of troopers were in the bar too. One was sitting on his own sipping a weak beer while the other two had settled for coffees. Drake could only sympathise with them, stuck in a bar unable to drink anything stronger.
He might have gone for a beer but at least he’d chosen a decent strength one. He picked it up, swigged it, then sighed at the slight
