Alejandro Velez arrived at Freeport 6 in his personal Sabre a good hour before the arranged meeting. Having often traveled through this part of Sirius on his way to deliver his Maltese ambrosia, the Zoners of the base had come to recognize him, and a few even gave him friendly, if cautious, nods. Alex was friendlier towards outsiders than many of his brethren, and most people who looked past his unsavory profession found him intelligent and rather charming, though somewhat reserved.
Making his way down the familiar corridors to the bar, he gave the room a quick survey before heading towards an empty table in the far corner. A few Bounty Hunters sat at the bar, but they refused to meet his eye. The scum wouldn't dare accost him on the Freeport, but they'd probably try and follow him when he left. Let them, he thought, with just a hint of smug anticipation. Such incidents had happened many times over the years, and so far Alejandro had always managed to come out on top.
A few minutes after taking his seat the bartender wordlessly brought him a tumbler of his usual, a single-malt Molly whiskey. Bloody expensive, but Alex could afford it. He gave the old Zoner a nod of thanks. "I have a guest coming" he said, "Just bring me the whole bottle, and another glass." He pulled a credit chit from his jacket and passed it to the man... Odd, he thought, After so long, I still haven't learned his name... With a slight shrug, he leaned back to wait for his guest to arrive.
"Mariko should not be left alone...she needs supervision, someone to tell her to eat her vegetables, comfort her...This better go quickly, or she will wake up, screaming again." Juno thought as she walked into the bar, looking for a Hispanic sitting at a corner table...Alejandro Velez, called his mother a Chrysanthemum....what sort of Chrysanthemum would name her son Alejandro Velez? And how often do the Hogosha take Hispanics under their wing? This could easily be a trap.
She slid into the booth, pulling her red gloves up as she went.
Alex rose from his seat when he sees the Kusarian woman enter the bar. As she approaches his table, he greets her with a small bow. "Good day, Kietan-san" he says, giving her a slight smile. "I hope your trip here was safe and uneventful?" He waits for Juno to take her seat, then sits across from her. Up close, his mixed heritage is obvious, a not-unattractive blending of Kusari and Hispanic features.
He studies the woman across from his silently for a moment, then reaches out for the bottle of whiskey he had ordered earlier. "Can I offer you a drink?" he asks as he pours a splash into his own glass and takes a sip, then raises a questioning eyebrow. "It's the best the Mollys have to offer. If nothing else, they make a fine whiskey."