Dronus was happy to allow Braedug to deal with business, from their conversation on the ship they were both batting for the same team. Do the job and piss off. Of course Drea around kept him occupied for the most part. The cantina was busy for the morning and Dronas noticed that some of the people from last night were still dancing hard. Apparently they had a much higher tolerence of the night life than he did. He'd downed about 3 glasses of the whiskey when Drea kissed Braedug. Dronas was about tk stand and voice some complaints when he saw the look on his friends face. Braedug clearly had as much knowledge about the kiss as he did and so let it slide. When Drea returned and started to rub his shoulders he smiled, clearly she was willing to do anything to get her way. He would enjoy her company but wouldn't forget that it wasn't genuine. The new face to show up was a surprise and Dronas had to try incredibly hard to keep the venom out of his voice.

"And who the fuck are you?" 

It didn't work.