where: Albert’s apartment
who: Albert and Ciaran ( @hauntedscreams )
Albert only got visitors when somebody needed something done.
He preferred it that way, honestly - he wasn’t a huge fan of people in his personal space. This way he didn’t have people commenting on his choice of decor (dark) or his habits (even darker).
His guests were largely nocturnal, as well. They were lucky that he hardly slept.
It was around two in the morning when the knock at the door sounded. Sensing that it was a familiar presence just outside his wards (one could never be too careful), Albert waved a lazy finger in the direction of the door. The door clicked and swung open, revealing the person standing outside.
Without getting up from where he was lounging at his personal bar, Albert greeted his guest.
“Ciaran,” his eyes lit up as he spoke, “Who needs killing this time?”