It's become almost funny to him how he hesitates before he walks in through the door of this place. More often than not, his intentions to find his way here end up with him sitting in Lucifer's old place - somewhere just that little bit too swanky for him, yet without the sting of memories that make the bar on the fifth floor all that more difficult to make use of.

When he does manage to get there, he'll usually start working his way through a bottle of whiskey until he can't see straight, then he'll leave. Tonight, though, he catches Steve's eye as he lingers near the pool table.

"... Fancy a game, bud?"