August 15th 1:15 pm 2058 - Crusher 495, Stalker
Stalker was impressed with Lobo's ride and, truth to tell, a tad jealous. He absolutely loved the bike and if there was anything that screamed of absolute confidence in one's ability to ride more loudly, he had no idea what it could possibly be. His twinge of jealousy wasn't helped by the fact that his own Aurora, while in good working order, was getting old and starting reach the point where he'd have to rebuild the engine a second time or retire the old girl.
When they arrived at Crusher 495, he followed them in. He liked the place but had only been in here a handful of times over the years. The riot of smells as they entered the place hit him like a ton of bricks and it would take him a moment to mentally sort them all out. He had learned long ago that if he didn't do that when he first entered a new environment, he would spend the entire time distracted and any real conversation would be difficult. He felt an irrational irritation at the dog owners you sometimes saw that yelled at their dogs for wanting to sniff everything they could get their nose near.
He took a moment to check out the room and orient himself as they walked to the bar. As Issac was taking Raven's order he pointed to her and signaled that he was catching the bill. Stalker, looked at Lobo and grinned ruefully, "I must admit, I'm a bit jealous of your baby, Lobo. I'd love to have one of those sweeties by they are heard to come by."
He glanced around when the elf came in gave a big grin. He knew who it was based on reputation alone but he'd certainly never met him. He was glad to see his reputation for a style all his own hadn't been exaggerated in the least. He watched him approach the table where a scarred troll was sitting and kept half an ear out for their conversation. He wondered if his conversation was as colorful as his garb.
