The day had been tough, and marked the end of a very long shipping run to Malta and back. Diana was tired, and wanted to have a few drinks before taking some well-deserved rest. Walking into Buffalo's pub, she noticed it was almost empty, queer for it. In the almost-vacant bar, it was easy to notice Davy Jones sitting and having a drink....as usual. She waved a little, then took a chair in front of him.
Telling the bartender to bring some good drink, she leaned back and let out a sigh of relief.
