Demetree stood there, rather annoyed at being passed by the dragon lady- she had maybe looked at him for two seconds, before staring at the other two and then stalking off. Shit like that was gonna give Demetree an aneurysm some say, he was sure of it. He angrily asked the bartender for the highest proof whiskey they had, and sat down in her seat. He was about to start ranting before checking his mailbox and realizing she had just sent him coordinates. "Fuck." he muttered to himself- the guy had no ship to begin with, so getting there might be expensive.

Suddenly a loud baritone voice declared its unimpression with the woman and he felt rather inclined to agree. The bartender handed him his whisky and Demetree downed it shortly, and made his way over to the man in question, nodding solemnly. "She's got some serious balls to walk in here like that, like she owns the place." Demetree felt incredibly insulted that she just upped and walked away, and was willing to bond over that anger and annoyance. He extended his hand: "Demetree."

[@Hekazu]