Sunny's presence or Franks latent animosity towards him sobered him up just enough to vocalize for a few seconds. His comm unit on the bar starts to flash and buzz. Frank reaches over and picks it up. " Ya know Sunny...When I get back from Delta for this race the club has going on. We are going to have to have a sit down. I am dropping running the Bering Chapter either way. You can keep me around as a "Nomad" or cut me loose."
Frank kills the last shot and chases it with the last of his beer gets up and heads out the door of the Black Cheery to the docking bays where his arrow is stored.