#just drinks

Triumph is what he should have felt when he had left Setsuna's car, but in an argument like that, who could really win?  It was time to visit an old friend, a friend he had promised to cut off since he was training, training to protect his princess, a princess who didn't need protecting.

He found himself in front of a familiar bar who happened to serve several brands of Scotch including Johnnie Walker.  A personal favorite of his.  Dan chose this bar because the traffic flow wasn't too high.  The prices tended to be a bit more expensive than the clubs around the corner, but the difference in quality could definitely be tasted.

Unknowingly, he sat down next to a familiar woman who he had a fun night with not long ago.  How the time seemed to fly so quickly since then.

It was near eight o'clock when Sebastian powered down his laptop and slid it into his briefcase along with a sheaf of contracts that he had to go over by tonight. He took off his reading glasses and then pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut as he felt the migraine build behind her eyes. Without missing a beat, he pulled open the second drawer from the top of his desk and pulled out some prescription medicines for his headaches and dry swallowed the recommended dosage. He sat in the relative darkness of his office for a while to allow the medicine to take effect before leaving. 

He smiled slightly at the thought of the redhead that he was going to meet in just a while and he stopped at the mirror in the reception area and ran a hand through his hair and removed his tie, straightening his tie. She might say that it wasn't a date but Sebastian was somewhat old-fashioned and anything that wasn't a business meeting was a date to him, whether he knew the other person well enough or not. After all, if he didn't know his date, it would just be called a blind date. And when he went on a date, even if it was just for drinks, he was on his best behaviour. Wouldn't want his reputation to get ruined.

He slid into his car and leaned back into the seat, pouring himself a glass of red wine. He was going to need the extra boost if he was going to have a feisty redhead to deal with for the night. He had already given his chauffeur the directions earlier in the day and he took that small amount of time between his office and Red's home to muse over the day's work as well as his thesis. The car was so smooth that his chauffeur had to announce that they had arrived because he didn't notice it stop. 

Luce's mom made him practice piano almost every day till he got into college and finally told her he was old enough to decide if he wanted to or not... but then he kept on playing every once in a while, since it was basically like habit by then and he knew it made her happy. He stopped when he moved out, mainly because afterward he never had a piano of his own.

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Bars are wonderful institutions, part watering-hole, part social hub, part cultural phenomenon – places where people go when they want to be out in a crowd or else to be alone; where they can (depending on the bar) laugh, talk, dance, sing, sulk, play, fight, flirt, and of course leave sobriety far behind if that's what they're after. Places where people just go.

Every bar has its own personality, influenced by location and décor, by specialty (kind of music, kind of featured booze, kind of clientele), and by the personality of its proprietors and bartenders – but that personality can change over time, meaning either from hour to hour or year to year. There are reasonably sedate after-work places that turn into raging singles scenes as midnight approaches, and there are bluegrass bars that evolve into biker bars over the course of a decade.

There are bars with rigidly defined customer bases, bars with themes, bars with specific kinds of music, bars with encyclopedic collections of certain kinds of liquor. There are bars for everyone (even teetotalers) – because if there weren't a bar for whatever kind of person you are, someone would open one.

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