He sits down at a stool, hearing the slight hiss of the cushiony seat deflating as he eases himself onto it. Malrone leans back on his stool as he watches the Commodore leaving the bar, almost losing his grip on the bar table. He quickly corrects himself and swings back towards the bar. He looks at Jimmy and Galen and claps his hands together with glee.
Right. Now that she's gone, lets crack open this bottle, eh?
Galen cocked his head slightly and started to say something.
But...
C'mon, Anderson, you honestly thought I was drunk?
As Jack was busy trying to jam the corkscrew into the weird-shaped Gallic bottle, A nervous grin sweeps across Jack's face, hoping Anderson wouldn't take any action against him...
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