The Rum in Murder [Lukas/Richter]

Come join us and party! It'll be fun!. They said.

Drink and enjoy yourself. Go wild for a night. It's your first week in town! True, but even then...

Solomon sighed as he found himself surrounded by a table of his peers in the Vandenreich. He hadn't applied for a division yet but those around him thought it necessary to celebrate regardless. Had he caved into peer pressure? Perhaps. Part of him genuinely desired to ease his mind and distract himself from the inner turmoil of life.

His purpose, how every action he executed had to be with the honor of his high-society family in mind. It was a tenuous process, far from rewarding, far from satisfying. Such was the existence of a figurehead, he supposed. Monotony seemed to fill his days more than anything else.

Try as he might to act as if he wasn't a willing participant in this bar environment, Solomon actually enjoyed the idea of letting loose for once. The first drink he consumed was a cup of whiskey.

Far from beginner-friendly, Solomon found himself loosened up quickly. Any form of fuss or discomfort in his posture had departed entirely. One drink became two, two drinks became three, and so on and so forth...

Gathering around him, others caught wind of his tab and immediately pinpointed him as the guy with a mighty pocket and an eager mind. Who was he to turn them away? Why not play the role of a rich guy stealing the show by buying everyone a drink? For one moment, he could be at peace. He could enjoy being reckless.

He didn't belong to a division yet. He could be free to act foolish for once. Drinking his sixth cup of whiskey, Solomon would turn his eyes to the man who was wondering about drinks. Oh. That was right. It was him. He was the center of attention right now. One of his peers would turn to Lukas and firmly pat his shoulders, pointing back to an intoxicated Solomon.

"This guy... but uh... we should probably be getting home soon'... I think he's had his fair share already. And I don't know if he'd take kindly to us throwing anyone else onto his check. You can understand, right?"

THE CITY OF LIGHT
A swig of his bottle as the man spoke, Lukas' eyes following to the, admittedly, nearly passed out man. The liquid turned behind closed lips, shrugging as he swallowed. "Dunno what you mean, he looks fine to me."

Lukas' arm came down onto the man's shoulder a moment later, moving past the other bar patron with a quickness - leaving his bottle with the man's hand. A second hand entered the scene, poking the drunken one's forehead with black cloth. Something that would come with repetition, a woodpecker drilling against his head until a response of some kind was garnered. Assuming he did, Lukas would wave; before jutting his thumb back towards the bar.

"Hey buddy, you treating?" a half yell in the drunk's ear, the patron from before moving towards the table with a fire in his belly, and Lukas' beer in his hand. A blur of motion as he re-attained the bottle, a final swig as he sucked air from the glass. A cheshire smile as it was handed back, tipped over and onto Lukas's finger, wagging over the man's mouth.

"Shhh sh sh. Let the man speak for himself." Silver hair slipped across his face, lowering his finger to put the bottle into a once again extending hand. "Take care of this for me too, will ya?"