The night was deep, and fatigue crept into Bologue's heart; like carrying cargo, he slung Palmer over his shoulder and dragged the drunken man out of the Undying Club.
This sort of thing had happened many times before, and Bologue was quite adept at it. A groaning sound came from his shoulder, and Bologue adjusted his position to prevent Palmer from puking. On one hand, Bologue found it disgusting; on the other, he didn't want to affect the city's appearance.
What Bologue didn't notice was a pair of cold eyes watching him from the shadows not far away. Only after the duo's silhouettes drifted further down the desolate street and disappeared did the owner of those eyes shift his gaze towards the heavy door sealing the Undying Club.
"It's been a while."
He murmured softly, as if some memories were stirred, and inexplicably smiled.
