Chapter 121: The Last Member.
Victor walked to the back of the bar and Dante followed right after, feeling nervousness slowly tighten its grip on both his heart and mind. He was still bothered by what the fixer said before they entered, and the atmosphere inside the shop only made things worse.
"Would you like anything to drink, young man?" The old bartender asked, having noticed the distress he was in.
"You should take him on that offer," Victor said in an amused voice. "Thomas knows his drinks. There is nothing he can’t mix."
Thinking for a moment, Dante did his best to smile.
"Maybe another time."
Knowing one’s alcohol was an important skill Dante planned on acquiring at some point, even with his lack of interest in drinking. Right now, however, he needed to focus, although the idea of torturing Vic by ordering his favorite drink sounded too appealing.
In a corner near the back of the bar was a spiral staircase made of glass. It was a little narrow, which gave Dante a hint on why Boris chose to stay in the car this time around. The door at its end seemed to be made from real wood and looked more like a work of art than a simple door.
Victor knocked on its surface a few times, following a rhythm that was without a doubt a code. A second later, the door opened and giant looked down at them, bending slightly so the door frame wouldn’t be in the way.
"Took you long enough." The surroundings seemed to tremble slightly with each word he spoke, even though he wasn’t being loud.