After sitting in Nikolai's office for far too long all by himself, Angelo rose to his feet. Save for his encounter with the High Council's spies that morning, he had done nothing but sit and nap.
It was fine because the Mafia King was here, and he knew that if Nikolai needed to leave the bar, he would take him along, but he wanted to go out to the bar, bored with sitting all by himself.
He reluctantly left Nikolai's trench coat behind, planning to safely keep the one coat that wasn't hosed down with blood.
Nikolai had only locked the door to his office while he was asleep, so the door opened easily when he walked up to it. He pushed his hair out of his face and peeked into the hallway; it was completely empty, but he could still hear the lively bar.
The lights were dimmed when he walked out, the muted strobe lights mixed with the subtle fog of nicotine smoke, and the smell of alcohol gave the bar the dangerous air that it truly had.
