Jamie stepped into the bar at 9pm sharp. He would have rather spent the rest of the evening toying around with ideas of how to best exploit the Swift Deal, but it had been a while since he'd seen and talked to James in person. And James was one of the few for whom National Security didn't mind taking a break from work.
"Slackers," was his way of greeting the other two, but he said it with a light grin. As he took the empty seat next to the GOP, he gave their drinks a cursory glance before he ordered a beer for himself - whatever was on tap.
"So, James, is it a special occasion or did you just miss us?"