Having finished about half of the licorice soda, Argus grew weary of idling by the bar - he himself didn't drink alcohol, and he often found stationing himself near the bar just became irritating. Even if his establishment did have a bar, Argus had always found watching people slowly drink themselves into a stupor a dull and depressing business. Of course, his clients were generally classier than that, but tonight was a special occasion, and even the best sorts tended to let themselves go a bit.
He circled back around the main dining area, making his way toward the front door. Sometimes he liked to wait in that vicinity, keep an eye out for unfamiliar faces. A welcome from the owner himself usually made people more at ease, and much more likely to return another time.
As he neared the area, Argus' shoulder bumped up against a young lady who appeared to have arrived just then.
"Excuse me," he said, making eye contact and offering an apologetic look. It dawned on him that he had never seen her here before - he'd surely have remembered her, as she was quite striking, especially dressed for the night as she was. "Terribly sorry, miss."