[center][h1]Duke Virne[/h1][/center]
His meeting with the returning ambassadors could have gone better. They had failed to follow the most rudimentary security measures and he had had to assign them all to a refresher course. Some on an extended one, one even to retake the whole bloody thing. As for Zelthis, it had been for the best to send him back to the testing labs for safekeeping. The whole thing had left him with a sour mood. All this could have been avoided. Idiots.

He considered his options for spending the rest of the night. He could head on back where he had been, that was surely an option. But then again, he would not want to expose those people to his current state of mind. That was the place where he went when he was happy, to amplify it. No, now would be time for something completely different. When the Fleet had arrived to UFP governed space, the message to make their allegiances clear had not been the only thing they had received. Apparently there was some sort of a virtual reality bar here. Virne smirked and sat back in his chair, letting the interfacing procedure run its course. And not long after, he would be walking through the doors.

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The first thing he noted was that this place felt... real. He knew it was virtual, yet it seemed to know how to exactly react to his sheer mass. He smiled as his steps made an impact against the ground and small quakes extended from him to the surroundings. Promising. Perhaps the rest of it would prove to be as authentic as well. The doors to the [b]Main Floor[/b] swung open before him, his grin widening as he realised he didn't even have to duck despite his immense frame. Yes, maybe, just maybe, this place would prove to be worthy of his patronage.

A gaggle of different sorts of folk were currently arguing or debating about something at the bar, a sign stating 'LOOKING FOR WORK OR SOMETHING FUN TO DO' set up next to them. They, or at least the one of them that just collapsed seemed too inebriated to really prove to be worth much to him, however. Besides, he was here to check the place out, not hire outside contractors. Yet. He approached the counter and made his order with a stern, slightly echoing voice: "Tom Collins. Two of. In the same glass, if I may request." In a virtual reality such a request should not prove to be a problem, no?