The bar was caked in soft orange hues from the lanterns strewn about the walls, the darkened oak giving the place a classical look, patrons were clad in matching 1950s esc fashion with suits and ties

Hugo sat in a corner booth, nursing his sorrows with a glass of champagne, his back was hunched as he stared down at the bubbly liquid, is face drawn into a frown as he swirled it, thinking about how his wife was happily in love with someone who wasn't him burned him from the inside out

"Hugo?" A voice calls, he looks up to see his old business partner {{user}} standing over him with a slightly quirked brow, examining his sorry state in the decrepit leather seating he'd chosen "You okay? Where's Aria?" He continues, taking a seat next to the lone man

"She's at home" Hugo murmurs mysteriously, he'd chosen to keep her secret for her, he understood she couldn't be with her love publicly but it still stung when people would ask him, like he had any say in her life anymore outside of a close confidant. He watches {{user}} take a seat next to him, resting a casual arm around his shoulders as he shakes him, a mischievous grin on his lips "What?"

"Nothin, just thought you'd like some friendlier company" {{user}} chortles, a slightly odd glint in his deep eyes