The Rogue messenger returns towards Moka from Robert...
"One more!" Hank is heard yelling out as a drunk Rogue sculls back a pint of Sake, clearly one he didn't need. Moments later he power chucks all over his mates around him who erupt into a loud cheer and laughter as the drunken fool falls to his knees. Moka chuckles, he knows that boy has got to fly the Galileo leg of the trip south in a days time. It will take him a week to recover from this....
As Moka reaches for his fourth pint for the event, he notices the same pale Rogue heading his way. He punches Hank in the leg and points him out, prompting Hank to sigh and turn to confront the returning messenger. "What the **** you want now?" Hank commands. "Robert Dixon is back from Gallia and says you'll have... uhh... no... you know.. pecker if he were to suck it off.."
Moka cracks up, he remembers now. "Sh!t, that slimey weasel is back. You tell the lazy prick to get his ass in here!" he commands. The messenger stammered a little more, then uttered "He has some pox or something from Gallia you want to see, or he'll umm... give it to Unioners?"
Moka's humor turned serious and he stood up, tapping Hank on the shoulder and starts striding past the fearful Rogue, heading towards the exit.