The Forward Lounge, like much of the Stagecoach, still remained in the same condition as it had when in full service with Orbital Spa and Cruise. Which would be to tonight's advantage for all. As if on cue the only entrance to the room. A pair of mahogany doors opened as Brad glided into the room, signature top hat in tow. The room was goodly in size, not to many chairs. But certainly not to few. With only maybe a dozen tables spread about. Taking advantage of the commanding view out the front. With Planet Elgin spinning lazily directly out the window.
"Ah, barbot'", Brad began, bringing us back to the beginning. "I'll start off with a Martini, dry, and some nachos.". Brad wandered towards the window, looking out it for a moment before selecting a nearby table to sit. Spreading out a few tablets and notebooks.