where: lafayette's who: @chefcececampbell & nolan fitzpatrick
“Took you long enough,” Nolan muttered around the rim of his glass, not bothering to hide the smirk as his friend finally emerged from the kitchen. He was already settled in his usual spot at the bar, working through an old fashioned the staff probably started pouring the second his car hit the lot. Perks of having an old friend who owned the place. Tie loosened, sleeves rolled, he looked damn near settled in for the night -- and, quite honestly, maybe he was. At least until Cece kicked his ass out. “Was startin’ to think you’d slipped out the back. I thought owning your own business meant you got to make your own hours.” he joked wryly, knowing from experience that it didn't quite work like that, but choosing to take the piss anyway. Brow arched as he nodded towards the empty stool beside him. “You gonna join me, or do I gotta drink alone like some sad bastard with no friends? I’ll even pay for my drinks this time.”