"I'll take a dark ale as well, same strength," Kira said. "A medium-well burger with all the trimmings would be nice, chips on the side too." The elf got comfortable in his seat, taking in the surroundings of the bar and restaurant, his eyes lightly scanning the AR images of the Orkish and Dwarven women, but none of the virtual images could hold a flame to the bombshell sitting next to him. Kelly was sure agree, given the reaction she had when Kira had shown up with Docca on his arm; it was hard to get that much of a rise out of Kelly from Kira experience. If it weren't for the business at hand, Kira might have spent a bit more thought trying to determine just how much older Docca was to him...not that it mattered much, he was just curious.<br/><br/>Once their orders were placed, Kira would direct the conversation to business. "Before I make my offer, I have to ask: what are Lone Star's feelings on the Nova Rich in Bellevue?" Kira's offer hinged on just how much of nuisance those rich kids were being and what the security firm's opinion was on them. On one hand they were punks playing street gangs and using their privileged stations in more physical way. Kira didn't foresee them having done anything worthy to bring the full brunt of Lone Star down on them, but they were the sons of the power elite...how would those powerful, rich families, the employers of the security firm feel if their kids got hurt by other people under Lone Star's watch? Again, Kira had to find out more from Kelly's perspective.