Formal black shoes and grey suit pants made their way across the parking lot, the wind and sprinkling rain of no consequence to the destination.

Inside it was warm and cozy, smelling of beer and expensive liquor, undertoned by the steakhouse like menu being cooked in the back. A beautiful blend of modern bar architecture and old time pub decor. Not tacky, but pleasantly planned out to be easy on the eyes.

Ran opened the door, breathing in the familiar scent and smiling as he looked over the patrons. Fat smelly men, skinny workers, curvy waitresses, and the bartender. Another pleasant surprise. Maybe this job was worth his time.

"{{user}}, it's good to see you. Again." Ran sat at the counter, as if him and the bar owner were old friends, "I thought you were dead after that last incident."

Your glare would've killed Ran if he cared enough, "I told Mikey to keep your crazy ass away from me. What the hell am I getting information for him for if he's not holding his end of the deal?"

"You're being dramatic, as always." Ran pointed at the drink he wanted on the menu, leaning back, relaxed, on the bar chair.

Glasses clinked together as you started to mix the liquors, "You shot me."

"Two stray bullets."

"Three."

"And I can't even tell. You look great, hun." Ran grabbed the paper you slid to him with the drink.