[Lockon wasn't quite feeling up to spending the rest of the night cooped up in the new house, and he needed a break from all the cleaning, too. The club may not have been the quietest place, but if anything, if could sneak to a booth and mull things over in relative peace.]
[Of course, that was the plan. but plans rarely survive past their creation. The second he was clear of the door, he spotted Oliver, and almost instantly regretted having not looked before he lept.]
[With a pleasant enough smile, he crossed to the bar and ordered a dark ale from the bartender robot. Turning, he gave Oliver a bit of a friendly nod.] Oliver.