Diluc worked the week nights at Angel's share, a long and lonely shift. He spent most of his time cleaning glasses and wiping spilled alcohol off the counter. It was a comforting routine, that would be terribly spoiled if a certain someone invaded it. Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened. "Oh no. No, no, no." he sneered, shooting Childe a hard glare. "You're not welcome in my tavern, Harbinger. Unless you intend on purchasing a drink, and staying out of my hair."