*nearly flying past the place, seeing the old Ironhead parked out front..... down-shifting from fifth to third*
.......SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE........
Well, if you can't find 'em, grind 'em.

Eight-hundred and eighty-three horses come to an insta-halt, spraying the ancient dust and grime of thirty-five hundred and thirty two hooves against The Rath's front porch.

I see The Virtual Vixen's litter has yet to arrive. The Virtual Valkyrie should be along soon, too. But...... Dave is here.

That ride through the desert dunes of Akhetaten did a sandblast number on my complexion, and my leathers are totally soaked. O well. He won't care. From what I remember of him, the sweatier we ladies are, the better.

Immediately upon entering the establishment, I see him, there at the bar. He's drinking three of them blue suckers Toman likes to make. I rush up to him, with arms extended.

"O... Davey!"
*snapping off my fingerless gloves and wholly frisking the fellow.
"Now, now, now... Just like last Opet, no weapons in here, young man. Or I guess are you happy to see me?"