Drake called out to the bartender as well, too lazy to get up himself, "[b]Yeah, get me a whiskey, clean. And don't let goat-girl spit in it or anything, or if you can't stop her, just don't tell me about it.[/b]" He turned his attention back to those present at the table, able to preoccupy himself with the concept of business, as well as shopping for a new ship. "[b]I'd say that's enough moping for now,[/b]" he said, quietly enough so that Alpha wouldn't flip shit, "[b]let's talk business. Ever since the ship crashed on Skiraja and we split up, I don't think we've done a transaction. Can't really smuggle eighty tons of illicit substances on foot, right? If this meeting came to be for the reason I think it did,[/b]" Michael shot a glance at Colorado in the middle of the sentence, "[b]then it was a wake-up call. Past few months have been a bad hangover for all of us. It's time to splash some water in our face, shoot up some yola, and get back to business. But first, we're gonna need a ship...[/b]"