( illumi user )

This wasnt in the original plan, and was not your usual scene. A fancy bar and exclusive club. It wasnt your first time in such a location; a handful of times an assassination would take you into high class locations such as these. And with the family name (and wallet), it was never hard to enter. You just rarely felt a desire to.

Hisoka was sat at the bar. For once, his hair was left down in its natural state, even straightened. Along with that, he wore a surprisingly average suit. By Hisokas standards, it was boring attire. Nice. Handsome. But boring. His hand cradled the rim of a bourbon glass, swirling it with his wrist as the ice clicked against the glass it was held in. He was waiting on the Zoldyck for some company. After all, they had agreed to meet for what they both knew was a date, even if Illumi had to mentally rationalize it as otherwise.