Theo and Open
Theo hadn't known what to expect when it came to the club, just that the name suited and he found himself glancing around appreciatively. It had a tremendous amount of charm and style. It didn't feel at all out of place, in fact it felt like it had always been there. Or had meant to be.
His mood was light and the bar was self serve, which suited him just fine. With no need to wait around to be served he could come and go as he pleased. Theo made his way to get a drink and began rummaging through the bottles that lined the bar top.
"Now where is the Scotch?" he mused aloud while idly pushing the bottles aside as he sorted his options. And finding what he wanted he poured himself a glass.