After the elevator doors slid open, Kaz exited the car and picked his way nimbly through the crowd. In the brief ride down, he had had time to stabilize his mood a bit, so his facial expression was its stoic normal self. Inside, however, he was still quite angry, and that would only change with time. He caught the shuttle back to his block, then, with his hands confidently at his sides, made his way home. His was a simple apartment, sparsely furnished with only the essential trappings. That suited him just fine; Kaz was not a particularly needy fellow when it came to home life. He had spent most of his time outside the home anyway, so there was no urgency in his mind to decorate.<br/><br/>Now that didn't mean that what he had was basic. With a decent salary, Kaz was able to afford some very nice things. It could have been viewed as greedy, but that didn't bother him. What he considered to be greedy was not the same standard as anyone else's, and that is what he enjoyed. Quality over quantity, after all. He made his way to his bedroom, again lightly decorated but with top-of-the-line equipment and furniture. He stripped off his flight suit and placed it in a bit that would take it back to the staff for cleaning; the delicate technology woven into the fibers required a special cleaning process.<br/><br/>Kaz slid into a quick shower, less than five minutes, then donned some civilian attire and headed right back out. He wore a simple white button-up shirt with the sleeve rolled up and a pair of dark gray slacks. Some may have considered it to be a more dressy look, but to Kaz it was comfortable. After a bit more grooming, he was ready to forget about the wretched day and move on.<br/><br/>Properly dressed, the pilot was out the door again, his destination clear in his mind. It was just a short trip back to the same bar, but when he entered, he tried to be a little more relaxed. There were a few more people there that night, giving the waitress plenty to do. Jax took a seat at the table and waited patiently to order.