[12.32 pm]
It was noon by the time Pepper rolled out of bed and showered, and the loft flat was moving towards the hottest part of the climate control cycle. Not bothering to pull on clothes that would just make him start sweating, he draped the towel over his shoulders on his way out of the bathroom, pulling a fag out of the packet on his bedstand and yanking the window open before lighting it. He'd forgotten it was barely spring outside, and the cool breeze that immediately brushed over his skin made him shiver. "Fuck," he muttered, taking a drag of the cigarette and reaching for a pair of jeans, tugging them over his hips.
Downstairs something thudded, and he frowned, blowing the smoke out towards the window. Padding back over, he opened it up wider, trying to pick through the general background noise to find the conversation that was taking place immediately below him. Some low life snivelling, two other voices, young ones, sounding cocky. Obviously a business deal of some kind. Not unusual, but still he leaned forward a bit to look down, recognising Black and Rosier before he drew his head back in. Lovely.
He had most of a cigarette left, a perfectly good excuse to stay at the window. If those two were buying something, he wanted to know what it was.