"Good night, old hag. See you tomorrow!"
"Good night, Nobara."
"Take care, you two! And make sure that idiot locks the door behind him!"
The door to the Bowl of Fortune closed, leaving Dante standing under the soft glow of the neon sign hanging over its entrance. Beside him was Jonah.
The old officer had a little too much to eat this time around, and because of that, his uniform could barely hold his bulging stomach. Despite that part showing how out of shape he was, the fact that he was holding someone up proved that all the muscles he cultivated over his career had yet to wane.
"Old man, is your spine gonna be okay?" Dante asked. "I can get him home if you want."
"Don't bother, kid," Jonah replied, shifting the arm slung over his shoulders. "My car is around the corner. I will get him to sober up a little, then give him a ride home."
