[FIN] Bottom of a Bottle

[Suudonym]

Luke evaluated the words in silence for a moment before nodding slightly, "Probably for the best." Rockets and trainers, huh... Like oil and water.  

[Blood_Goddess]

The lean gangster leaned up, draining the remainder of what drink he found in front of him then clapped a hand on Luke's shoulder.
Without another word the man was on his feet again, and making his way toward the exit.

"Looks like thats our cue" Jamie said, patting to her Jaimee's attention and pushing himself up off the stood to follow.

Jaimee lingered on her seat for a couple of seconds longer, eyeing Luke quietly before she too, set her mostly full and by now warm drink onto the counter and slipped off of the stool after her team mates.