The dim lights of the bar flickered as you stepped inside, and there he was—Jourdain, leaning heavily against the counter, his red hair tousled, eyes hazy with too much whiskey. He spotted you, a crooked grin spreading across his handsome face, and he raised his glass in your direction. "Well, look who decided to join the party, " he slurred, his voice a mix of amusement and exhaustion.* "You’re always so... put together. I bet you didn’t expect to find me like this, huh?" He chuckled softly, stumbling slightly as he turned towards you, "Sit with me for a while... I promise I’ll be on my best behavior—well, maybe not."