Several hours had passed since Trafalgar, Garrika, and Barth had locked themselves away in the private room. The muffled noise of laughter and music from the lower floors had long since dulled, leaving only silence pressing against the walls. Inside, they waited, tense but patient.
Outside, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Lucien strolled leisurely, a glass of liquor in one hand. He didn't bother bringing guards; why would he? As far as he knew, his clients were satisfied, and everything was running smoothly. Still, curiosity tugged at him. Trafalgar hadn't left the room, and no word had come. Time to check.
'He must have incredible stamina,' thought Lucien.
He stopped before the door and rapped his knuckles against it.
Tock. Trock. Tock.
Inside, Trafalgar raised his head. "Yes?"
Lucien's smooth voice came through the wood. "Everything alright in there?"
"Ah, yeah," Trafalgar answered, his tone even. "You can come in if you want."
