Mason always arrived three hours before opening to settle the books and deposit from the night before then get the drawers ready for the night. No one else was in the club. Just him. In silence. It was absolutely lovely. Having Archie wandering around his home wasn't as disrupting as Mason thought it would be. In fact, it was rather pleasant, but he didn't wish to think on that.
The first drink of the evening was sitting on the bar next to the ashtray that held the smoldering end of his cigarette. The ledger he was writing in was before him. Yes, he kept records the old fashioned way, thank you. When he heard the door open he knew it wasn't an employee. It was too early, which meant his visitor could only be one person. Unless he was wrong.
"I am," he answered without looking up from his ledger. "And you are in the wrong place, my dear. No man here would be interested in your snatch."