Mak stared down Kat, the patrons that sat near them watching the two tensely as neither said anything for a few moments before Mak pulled out his communicator. Speaking into it, Mak rubbed his temple, feeling the beginning of a migraine coming on.
"Darro, it's Mak. Are you nearby...?
A few seconds later, a groggy voice spoke back.
"What do you want, old man...? I was sleeping, damn it..."
"Get your ass to the cantina and meet me outside, and I don't want to hear how you're tired. I have a hangover coming on right now."
Looking back at Kat, Mak sighed, tapping his cane.
"Let's go, we have to meet my associate before we leave..."