Mathew Hatter stood behind his bar, cleaning the glasses as he waited for the usual noontime rush.  He had just recently taken ownership of the bar from its previous owner, and in remembrance of her, he had decided to keep it's old name, Mari's Bar.  It was one of the more well known places on the ship and the name was familiar to everyone, so why not?<br/><br/>As he stood waiting for the usuals, two rather odd faces walked in.  The Head of security and his go-to man.  This either meant they were getting a drink, or they had something to talk to Hatter about.  And considering his side activities, the later option likely wouldn't be a happy conversation.<br/><br/>Mari's bar was a hotspot for rough conversations while Mari still owned the place, but now that her sweet face wasn't here to calm them down rough conversations might have to be taken outside.<br/><br/>Then again, it was about noon so chances were they were just thirsty.  Either way, Hatter checked to make sure his 'knifes' were ready, just in case.<br/>"Well hello their boys!  Patrolling the martini section of town today, are we?  Is there anyway I can help out our boys in blue?"  Well, black was more accurate but oh well.