Asterion had a new job, and a new job at upmarket bar meant he needed new clothes.
Asterion hated trying on clothes. It was difficult getting anything to fit over his huge frame. But he didn't think his usual sense of casual fashion was going to cut it at the Diogenes Club.
After an hour of searching and not finding anything at all that would work, Asterion decided to head to the cafe as well. He would make sure the trip wasn't wasted by scarfing down some fries or something while the rain pissed out of the heavens. He stepped into the elevator, noting that someone else was in there. The faint buzz he felt around his belly let him know that they were immortal too, but he didn't recognise her. Therefore he didn't acknowledge her. He turned to watch the doors close, taking a deep breath as the elevator started to rise.