After arriving at the bar, Lucian enjoyed a few complimentary drinks, courtesy of the generous establishment. As the clock struck 16:00, Whitebeard made his entrance, his presence commanding attention.
Lucian, settled in his customary spot near the bar counter, was oblivious to Whitebeard's arrival. It wasn't until Whitebeard took a detour towards his private room and caught sight of Lucian, in a state of moderate inebriation, that their paths converged.
Approaching with a hearty chuckle, Whitebeard addressed Lucian, "Lucian, it seems you've been here for a while, eh? Enjoying the drinks?"
Lucian, raising his glass with a nod, admitted, "Yes, good whiskey."
With a grin, Whitebeard invited him to join for a private conversation before their departure, ensuring Lucian's sobriety. "Are you holding up alright? Not too deep in your cups, I hope?"
"Manageable," Lucian assured, suppressing a burp.
