Wearing the usual presidential patches on his black leather jacket, Sunny strolled into the Bar eager to get his lips wet. If it wasn't for the meeting with the Commander on the station, he'd be already scanning the bar looking to see if there would be any cute girls around. It would often be pretty easy to get an eye or two drawn to him just by seeing his cut.
He looked around but didn't spot the commander they called Matok anywhere. From the pictures he'd seen, he'd be pretty recognizable. He walked up to the bar anyway and got the bar tender's attention; ordering a mead with honey. He didn't want to get 'carried away' on a business trip, but... a little wouldn't hurt.