There’s a table at the back - one side facing the long row of sofa against the wall, one side meant to have chairs that been pilfered by another group. L.L slips onto the sofa, sliding along to give Suzaku enough room to join him.

“Survived? They’re thriving.” He doesn’t actually know or care much about Gino but he’s heard nothing awful befalling the man yet. “Kallen races sportscars now, in between her work as a marine engineer - a bottle of white and two glasses for now, please.”

That aside is to an incubus who’s approached the table. While the demon’s distracting him another slinks to the table with a tray - it’s Emily in her backless dress. She slides a pair of shots onto the table, winking at Suzaku.

“They’re on the house tonight, sweet cheeks.”