Darrell Sears sneaked into the crowded bar, glancing around the place looking for any known face -and somebody he could stand-. Given the negatory of his expectations, he ordered a bottle of whatever cheap booze they served there and sat on a stool near one of the corners, placing a foot on another stool.
"Can smell Outcast blood from here, damnit" He grimaced and casted a malicious glance at the bartender. Then he noticed the presence of the Executive Commander in the bar, quickly cooling down his temper.
"Uh, damn. In before inspection of troops." He emptied his glass and kept scanning the place.