There are a few of the patrons of the Lucky Day look up as Jason steps into the bar, but quickly lose whatever interest in the man.  Maybe it is the large pistol on the man's belt, or the way that he carried himself, like he knew how to use it, that caused them to find other things to look at.  Or, maybe, just maybe, it was the waitresses that kept their attentions.<br/><br/>The bartender nods, hand taking the coins before producing a glass, surprisingly clean, and pours some amber colored liquid in it.  He sets the glass next to Jason, studying the man for just a moment, before turning off to make more drinks for more customers.<br/><br/>As for the patrons of the bar, most seem like normal folk of Persephone, mostly unarmed, just looking to get drunk to make it thru one more day in their dreary, unexciting lives.  In one corner, are two men, each with pistols and what just might be submachineguns, but it is hard to tell with their large coats covering them.  Here and there, two or three others with pistols, but none seem to take any more than a cursory interest in the newcomer.<br/><br/>Several people leave, and several more enter, finding tables to sit at, ordering drinks.  A few minutes before the appointed meeting time, another man enters.  He finds a table, sitting down.  He is dressed simply, dark trousers, a lighter vest, and shirt.  While not carrying a weapon on his belt, the bulge in his vest would seem to be a weapon in a shoulder holster.  A ball cap adorns his head, the logo of the patrol boat<em>Chasseur</em>on it.