The table was empty. Where are they? Damn I was ready to break my mold.

Oh well, I pulled out the notebook, ordered a wine and went to work. I had completed 5 of the meeting notes when I heard a raucous group enter the bar. It was them. Yes!

They settled in. Evan approached the bar, I guess he is the drink runner.

'Hey Keely.'

'Hey Evan.'

'Well?' he said.

'If the offer still holds, yes.'

'Great! What are you drinking?'

'Just house Chard.'

'Well I will do better than that.'

He ordered some French wine which I did not recognize.

He took the tray and I followed him....