Who: Gul Dukat & Capt. Jack Harkness What: Honoring a tradition, sort of. When: After his graffiti post Where: A demon bar The gul sauntered into the demon bar much in his supercilious way like he owned the place. For some unknown reason he had chosen to wear his uniform out for the evening, perhaps he wanted to show this Captain Harkness that he was a strong military figure or maybe it was a display to these demonic sorts that he wasn’t one to be messed up. Maybe it was a combination of both. Whatever the reason, he did carry himself with a confident air that made seem like a significant individual as he strode further into the building. A few of the unusual creatures and a couple vampires glanced over their glasses at him but their looks were brief and dismissive to the militaristic alien. Dukat picked a table near the back so it was far from others coming in and disturbing him but visible at the door so that Jack could see him when he came in.
He settled into his seat against the wall, drawing his legs up to rest them on the table with his ankles across. A human-looking waitress quickly made her way over, Dukat flashing her a closed mouth smirk before placing his drink order for several different bottles of alcohol. He wasn’t sure which he was going to enjoy nor did he know what this Captain drank either. The young woman set three bottles which included vodka, a beer, a type of whiskey and two glasses on the table next to the gul’s legs then departed leaving him to his drinks and a short time of waiting. His clear blue eyes lifted to the clock on the wall then at the door. He hoped this human shared a little more then rank with him, exclusively his sense of timing.