Lorne was busy, in the back of Caritas, going over the schedule he'd made with Logan for the waitstaff, and looking over the club's budget. Business was good--it could be better, sure, but things were solid. People were in seats, always. People came to sing and for the good greasy food. He really couldn't complain--and very rarely did.
Tonight he was decked out in a royal blue suit and purple tie, and his shoes were royal blue, too. Suede. Karaoke was about to begin for the evening, and Lorne greeted patrons here and there as he made his way over to the bar and a familiar face.
"Hey, stranger!" Lorne said, smiling broadly at Harry.