Malcolm found himself eyeing the population of establishment quite meticulously as he took a sip from his glass. It wasn’t anything too fancy, just bourbon on ice, but he made sure to drink it slowly as to allow himself more time to sit and watch the patrons as they moved by him.
He wasn’t on official business this time of night, though his cellphone was always on in case something went wrong with his employees, and even though he did have a small hand in the running of this particular business he didn’t feel the need to announce that to anybody. There were a lot of businesses, big and small, that the Ducaine’s had their helping hands in. It was less so for the betterment of the community and mostly so he could keep an eye on the deals that went down under his nose. Any of his dealers could be found roaming the current scene at this time of night and even though he didn’t know all of them by name, he made sure to know them by their faces, so in case of trouble, he would know which nose to break.
Somebody sat down next to him, trying to get the attention of the bartender and Malcolm whistle, using a hand to gesture over the server. “Whatever my friend is getting here. It’s on me.” He said, giving a nod to the person next to him.















