*Eric Aramond pushes open the doors, looking a bit wobbly on his feet*
Guy…I need something tall ‘nd stiff. Don’t care what it is.
*Guy gives Eric a strange look, but being the gentleman he is says nothing and pours a glass of mystery booze. Neon yellow mystery booze*
*Aramond then walks up to Mundy’s table, pulls up another chair and gives Adele a knowing look. Proceeding then to sit down and fiddle with a pair of data pads. There is the faint smell of diesel*