Place: Le Rouge Person: @zephyrjckson
Never before in Louis’s career did he ever wish that his work would slow down. He had always relished staying busy, having a sense of purpose through it. However, the past year or so had changed him more than the years he had spent previously with the Syndicate. He had planned on attainting the rank of Made Man and would be content to stay there. Something in him had changed, or perhaps snapped. So when he finally had a free evening, he sought out the company of the man who could potentially help.
Thinking for a moment, the most he had seen the other man in the past had been the night they shared a jail cell together. The memory caused a smile to start on his lips, remembering how much he had tried to hide his fear from Zephyr, having never been in jail before that night. He had come out with a respect for the man, and a new resolve to ensure he never got caught in his work. Sitting down the the man’s right, Louis glanced at cleared his throat. “So, what are we drinking?”