It has been a long, long day.

At least, that's what it felt like to Emil. The majority of his day was spent haggling and dealing with his annoying coworkers, and he wasn't even booked for a performance like usual! It's absolutely outrageous, he thinks, a low grumble escaping him. Though the sombrero he wore obscures his face, the irritation from his disposition alone was far too palpable, and it only increases the longer he stays indoors.

As night falls, Emil was quick to storm out of the base of Los Mariachis, eyes glued to the ground as he lets his feet take him to... well, wherever. And, as expected, his feet bring him towards a lively tavern, hidden away within the alleyways of District 10. A tavern he was most familiar with— one that he frequented whenever something happens to him.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he steps in, pushing forth the batwing doors as he enters. The sounds of cheering and clinking immediately assaults his senses, the lights of the familiar tavern bathing his figure in a warm glow, and he could smell the scent of homemade meals and beer in the air.

Ah, truly a way to unwind.

Though, as much as Emil enjoys the atmosphere, his irritation hasn't gone away just yet, oh no. Ignoring the greetings and stares that the rest of the customers give him, he approaches an empty table, dragging a chair out for him to sit in, before slumping into it. A frustrated groan escapes his lips, but just as soon as he takes his seat, the sound of footsteps began to approach. Growing closer, Emil snaps his head towards the source, ready to tell them off with a swear or two, but all the words dissipate in his mouth once he realizes who it is…