The pinstripe suit he wore wasn't entirely uncomfortable but as the night wore on more of the buttons came undone and his fedora was already misplaced somewhere. Perhaps he'd left it at the poker game or one of the young ladies had procured it. His suit jacket was entirely unbuttoned as were several buttons of the white shirt he wore beneath it.
The poker game had been amusing; he'd lost a little and won a little. In the end, he broke even which was about as much as he'd hoped for but eventually he'd grown bored with the card game. So now here was, sauntering into the Cult of Dionysus in search of a drink and maybe a woman or two to flirt with.
CJ approached the bar, sat down next to some guy who looked familiar for some reason, and ordered his usual drink. He drummed his fingers on the bar top and slid a sideways glance at the guy again. "Kaz, right?"