The hotel bar is decently empty, a few patrons in the corner playing pool. Chris and Leon are already sitting in a booth towards the back, nursing some beers. An ideal spot to catch up and grab some drinks, if you wanted—the occasion certainly calls for it. As you approach the booth, they both look up and smile; Chris waves you over to come sit in the seat across from him.

Leon slides a beer over to you, should you want it, and gives a nod in greeting. “How you doing? That arm’s looking pretty healed.”