[The club hadn't been forgotten or left unmanaged over the last few months, and it showed. The bar was stocked, the tables were clean, the furnishings were dusted, and the piano was as in tune as always. Lupin loved Cloud Nine. It was one of the few places in Luceti that felt like home to him, right down to the faint scent of bourbon and smoke that lingered in the air. Life is a cabaret, for sure.
Lupin himself sat in the corner at the bar, having taken to just hanging out on the premise before hours. He had work to do--and it showed. The laptop on the counter had lists upon lists cued up as reminders of what he needed to do, but the ambience had clearly benefitted from his efforts.
He glanced up when the stranger entered the room, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips and a surprised expression on his face.]
...It's a little early in the day to be hitting the bar, you know.
[Action | Cloud Nine]
Lupin himself sat in the corner at the bar, having taken to just hanging out on the premise before hours. He had work to do--and it showed. The laptop on the counter had lists upon lists cued up as reminders of what he needed to do, but the ambience had clearly benefitted from his efforts.
He glanced up when the stranger entered the room, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips and a surprised expression on his face.]
...It's a little early in the day to be hitting the bar, you know.