Merlin was hanging out in the club proper tonight, instead of sequestered in his office like he would be on a normal Sunday night. Thalia was out tonight, and despite having employed very capable house managers, Merlin felt it was prudent to be on the floor this evening. He just had a bit of an inkling that he should be at the counter tonight.
There were a couple of college girls drinking tonight that Merlin was having fun with, so that did make things more interesting. Cute things, looking all young and experimental. If he played his cards right, perhaps he could take them both "backstage".
Something was pulling his attention though, as the door open and someone walked in with a heavy, almost military tread. Merlin winked at the two girls and promised he'd be back soon, and then walked across and started taking wine glasses out of the dishwasher, running a cloth around them and hanging them up. The man who was coming, and he was almost sure he knew who it was, wasn't going to surprise him, but he wasn't going to look like he was expecting him either. Merlin was far too interested in putting on a good show for that.