"If you'd see fit to let me have some of that Absinthe of yours," Riley said, quietly sitting back at the table behind the pair with his boots up. "I'll be happy to show you both."
He rose to his feet and properly introduced himself, extending both hands to the two Gaians. "Riley Mackenzie. Good to meet'cha."
"Oh! I know you!" Dan said, shaking one of his hands. "Well, not 'KNOW, know', but I know of you...Padraig, this is the Zoner who bankrolled the NLH back in the day."
"Nice!" Padraig replied, shaking the other. "Good to meet you too!"
"Well, I'm not a Zoner anymore." said Riley. "I've been living off the grid and just allowed myself be carried by the trade winds for a time. For a while there, I had a Juggernaut parked on top of Copinsay, Orkney with the intention of using it as a colony ship for homeless misfits and a live music venue, but when the Gauls came ripping through the system, they blew my early retirement all to s*** a couple of weeks before the grand opening and pissed me right off."
"That Sucks." The two Gaians said in unison.
"Yeah." he quietly agreed.
"So, let's get some glasses sent over here & get to drinking until Uncle Banger decides to stop knobsnoggin' with Burg over there and gets around to collecting a few crawlies for us.