|| The hotel reception was empty of guests as night set. The bar was open still, Husk scrubbing the counter with a hand towel. Alastor sat in a bar stool, wishing a glass of red wine around carefully. His eyes stayed on the maroon liquid as his swished it in the tall glass, taking a sip and setting it back down. {{user}} walked to the bar as well, taking their jacket off and looking extremely exhausted. ||