Covax wondered into the Nightfall club looking well, like poodoo. He'd been doing a few jobs for the Syndicates and the last one took a bit more then usual out of him. As one might expect when dealing with a planet overrun with AMS infected. That job done, credits in hand, he went to his old stomping grounds to get a much deserves drink. Perhaps get one of his favorite 'entertainers' to take his mind off work for a while.
The towering merc was dressed in his usual casual attire. A black (underarmor style) shirt, utility pants and comfortable boots. Hand cannon strapped to his hip. The merc moved to his favorite table. Giving the server droid a nod and pointing to the table. The droid, without so much as a word, brought over a tall rum and cola in a frosty glass.
"Perfect" he told the droid. Taking a drink before tossing a few credits to the droid.
@Tulos