It had been far too long since Ambrose had spent any real time at Dorian's since his arrival. It held an array of new memories now. And besides, it really wasn't the same without company. So when Nicholas had suggested they meet there, he found himself quite looking forward to it.
The former Gentlemen's club had always enforced a strict dress code, and even here in Vallo, Ambrose found himself loathe to break it. That evening he wore a white collared shirt and a black suit jacket. He also had on a pair of black trousers and a set of shoes shined so precisely, you could see your reflection in them.
Music played gently in the background and a cheerful fire blazed in the hearth. The soft lighting from lamps and the heavy draperies blocked out the rest of the world, and for the moment Ambrose felt himself relax.
Two drinks in hand, he made his way from the bar, over to the lounge chairs where Nick was sitting. He set one glass down in front of the younger warlock before dropping into his own chair. "Cheers," he held his glass out with a smile.