Lucas gave a soft laugh.  "Ah yes, preferences do vary from person to person.  As for myself I don't drink, no matter the occasion.  It one of my personal codes.  Wouldn't want to be spilling secrets as a lawyer.  So just a glass of *ahem* an Ice Cola drink for me".  As successful as he was, this was always one of the more awkward moments in the night.

Balthazar stepped up to the bar (making sure to not step on the cat).  He eyed the different wines they had available, eventually he picked a Penfolds if only because it reminded him of back home.  "How long have you been operating here?" asked Balthazar casually.  It was odd to him that he didn't recall this establishment.  Lucas didn't mention anything about it either.  And the customers, they were nothing like the usual ones back in town.  Balthazar's other men remained in the dark corner, not wanting to make any of the guest feel uncomfortable.  Balthazar was in a good mood tonight and he was just here for a drink to celebrate.  Nothing official.

The ginger coloured kitty meowed happily as the saucer of milk was placed before it.  At this point, magic shined around its neck and a red pet collar formed.  Apparently the kitty's name was "Cookies".  Cookies purred as its ears were scratched and it rubbed its face in the bartender's hands.   Cookies was momentarily distracted by a really fun "pssht" sound which came from the other customer.  The kitty's tail went straight up, gently flicking about with curiousity it watched the 'cat toy' being handed over to another human.  It was a cat toy, right?