After hours [closed, in progress]

[notadartboard]

WHO: Sanji notadartboard and Phoenix objectiondenied
WHERE: All That Jazz
WHEN: eh, tonight-ish.
WARNINGS: pshaw not likely
SUMMARY: male bonding over drinks and light jazz
FORMAT: I lieks the prose

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[objectiondenied]

Phoenix didn't get out much beyond work, whether it was Thundercracker's upcoming trial or holding onto his title as a Poker champion, so the chance to actually go somewhere that wasn't so familiar. He'd considered Jaime's, but the kid had his own problems and Phoenix wasn't about to start dumping his own onto him.

Which led him to All That Jazz, standing near the front, his suit jacket pulled on over his sweater, and the hat no where to be seen for once, his hair messy, but still willing to hold the spikes with a bit of prompting. The sight of a familiar blond stepping out, cigarette in mouth, was good too.

"Hey," he called out, putting both hands into his pocket and affecting the same confident, but casual attitude he usually projected in public.

[notadartboard]

Sanji glanced up at the voice, and then affected a casual smirk. "Hey, there's a face I didn't expect to see tonight. Phoenix." He looked down at the glass of wine he had just poured, and then back at the visitor. "Uh, I'm off the clock, but do you want something? It'll be on me."