I sat at the bar for an hour before the stool to my right was suddenly occupied. He ordered a glass of water, more to get the bar keep to leave him alone than anything else.
"Why is it that whenever we're not meeting in my office, we're in a bar?" the man asked simply once he was handed his cup.
"Because that's usually when I'm coming back from a mission," I replied, sending Ozpin a grin. "Is it a crime to enjoy a celebratory drink once in a while?"
"And how many 'celebratory drinks' have you had today?"
"A few." I finished off my drink before reaching into my coat pocket and pulling out a battered notebook. "Here's my report. Wrote the information down as I got it so it's as accurate as possible."
"That was risky," Ozpin answered after a moment, taking the notebook anyways. "And what would you have done with it if you had been caught?"
"It only had their stuff in it anyways, wouldn't have been that big of a deal." I gestured to the barkeeper for a refill, then waited until he was done before continuing. "The most that would have happened was that they knew someone was watching them. Though, I'm pretty sure they already did considering how little I got."
"They could have tortured you for information."
"If you were worried about me giving anything away then you shouldn't have sent me in the first place," I replied, giving him a sideways look as I sipped from my drink. "What's got you wound so tight?"
"Things have been a little, strained as of late." he said after a moment.
"Let me guess, General Ironwood is giving you trouble."
"More than usual, yes. The two of us no longer see eye to eye which is causing some, as you said, trouble." He glanced down at his untouched drink. "It is making me question who I can trust."
"Well, you can always count on me, Oz." I patted him on the shoulder as I climbed to my feet. I placed enough Lien on the table to cover both mine and his drinks. "Anyways, talk with you later. I've got someplace I have to be."
