James was not a particular fan of casual drinking establishments, that was why he didn't spend his time dumpster diving at dive bars. And so when it had come to deciding where to meet his two new favorite gods (alright, one god and one goddess), he had chosen a place that was a little out of the way but where he could wear his usual suit without feeling like he stuck out. He adjusted his tie as he passed through the entrance. Damn his brother and his cronies, James wanted a smoke.
"There she is." He said with a bland smile. "The lady of the hour." He took up a seat beside Enola and ordered a glass of whiskey. If he couldn't burn his lungs with cigarettes, he would burn his throat with alcohol. "Hello, Enola." He said, looking a little more sincere. "It's good to see you."