Dronas chuckled and finished his drink as she walked away. He certainly didn't expect this when he walked in. Standing he weaved between patrons and followed Drea. He couldn't help but caught up in the passion, however he still checked his pocket and felt the reassuring bump of his blaster pistol. You never could be too sure about people. He was pretty sure Drea was fine, it was the other patrons he worried about. Ah well, he thought no time like the present. He pushed past one more patron and stepped up beside Drea lacing one arm behind her back.

Just then a man bumped into his back almost toppling him. In a split second he had spun round and jammed the pistol into the man's gut. However he didn't pull the trigger. There was no need for violence. Yet.

'Listen sonny boy this young women is coming with me. I've been out in public way to long anyway. Hows' about you come with myself and Miss Drea here to her room. You can finish your business and then piss off. Sound good?"