"Pft, beer. I have something one better." Awiti pulls a bottle of brown liquid out of his bag. "Akpeteshie. Sugar cane alcohol. 50% alcohol volume." Awiti takes a glass, pouring out the liquid. "Anyone else want some?"
"I said I wanted beer, not to get drunk before our first contract, Awiti."
"I'm a marksman, I'm no tech Awi-" Ryan stops as Rutger falls through the door, "Christ, who's this? Is that Rutger, again?"