Russia? Really? *Dante's smile was now more enthused than sly* I'd never have guessed. *he yawned, covering his mouth with the back of one hand* Hey, I hate to cut our conversation short, but I think this is starting to kick in. *he held up his whiskey glass, draining the rest of it. In actuality, Dante didn't know whether it was the alcohol, the talk or a little of both that had done it, but he felt much more relaxed than he'd thought he'd feel when he'd walked in* Thanks for your time. I hope I can get a little more of it sometime soon. *he stood up, setting his glass behind the bar before taking one of the room keys* I don't think driving home is in the cards for me tonight. I'll see you around. *he gave Claudia a wave over his shoulder as he gathered up his guitar case and headed into the back*
((Goodnight.))