You dragged yourself down the stairs of Bar Lupin, listening to the ceaseless chatter of the patrons swigging from bottles of whiskey, taking drags from cigars. With a heavy sigh, you headed to the bar, spotting a familiar hat atop a lick of flame red hair, and you slid into the stool next to him, raising a hand at the bartender with a clear message - I need a drink.

“…Rough day?”