"Undying... Club."
Bologue whispered this mysterious phrase.
He felt something was not quite right.
With his head down, sitting at the bar, looking at the gently rippling liquor in his glass, then glancing to his side.
To Bologue's right was Geoffrey, smoking and drinking, looking merry; further to Geoffrey's right was a human-sized statue. The craftsmanship of the statue was decent, just good enough to make out the figure of a man.
The bartender seemed to treat the statue as a person, pouring liquor on it as if the statue could drink; to the statue's right was a cat, entirely black, with a red collar around its neck, its head buried in a glass, making human-like satisfied sighs.
Bologue felt... something was off.
"More! More!"
Palmer, sitting on the left, cheered, his face flushed as he continually banged on the table and raised his glass high.
