The door into Angel’s Share swung open, observed by Diluc from the corner of his peripheral. He’s stood behind the bar, idly awaiting the next order.

It’d been a slow shift, still too early for the usual faces to be back from their work jobs; once the moon was higher in the sky, they’d be sinking onto their favoured stools, filling the tavern with boisterous laughter and animated conversation.

Six-Fingered José stood at his post by the entrance, taking advantage of this period: his lyre filled the establishment with pleasant music, highlighting this brief lull in activity before night falls.

The young owner lifted his gaze from the glass he’s drying with a rag, pushing his weight off the counter to greet the familiar patron who’s approaching.

“Will it be the usual, this evening?” He asked, by way of greeting. Already knowing what the answer would be, he gestured towards the space before him, “Take a seat—I’ll bring it out to you in a minute.”

The redhead’s attention fixed back on the glass in his hands, wiping its rim with practiced ease, before placing it back in storage.