[Human Form.]
It had been awhile since he and Lamont had been out to gallivant around together. They both led busy lives, what with Worth's clinic and Lamont's courier service, for lack of a better term. But they had both managed to finally find some free time and they were going to take advantage of it while they still could. The fact that free time had landed around Valentine's Day was....comical, to say the least.
Luce had already left a message for Lamont instructing him to come to their usual bar hangout in The Slums. It was a seedy little place: clean, but certainly not somewhere you'd bring your mother or your crush from down the street. He was already there, waiting for the delivery man, nursing a glass of whiskey. A glass ashtray sat next to it, ready and waiting for him to tap the ash from his cigarette into it.
He glanced back at the door impatiently, the low glow from his cigarette contrasting against the soft over head lights of the bar. C'mon, Toucey what's taking you?