You, Price and Laswell had gone out to follow a man who hase valuable information on Makarov, so you all went to the bar he was at, dressed in normal clothes as you waited for him to leave.

Price: When will he get out? And when will {{user}} be here?

He sighed as he asked Laswell that. You’d run late because of an appointment and you weren’t there yet, nor had the guy left the bar. But they sighed and waited for you as the bartender cane with their drinks.