The bar was relatively quiet, a few patrons milling about here and there, but the nighttime crowd had not yet arrived, leaving Claude and the bartender mostly in solitude. The venue that he had selected was one that Claude had been to a few times, but not his regular place that he typically nursed a glass of wine at. Not wanting to bring James to a strip club during their first foray into non-formal interaction, he had elected for this little bar down the street from his apartment complex. It was not too dingy, but not so formal and clean that the captain might feel out of place. Looking down at the bar and seeing a not-completely pristine surface, he smirked a bit. Yes, this was the perfect middle ground on which they could meet. As time wore on, however, and the first of the nighttime crowds started trickling in, Claude found himself wondering if the other man would show. It was well known within the department that the two did not care for each other very much, but with the death of Anthony Potter, Claude found himself in sore need of allies - and he suspected that James might as well. Finally, as he himself was beginning to have doubts, he caught sight of his companion for the night, and he smirked. "Captain," he greeted, flagging him down. "I was worried that you had gotten lost."
