[Overpriced drinks were hardly the most severe crime the bar committed regularly, but to Takasugi, they were equally offensive. Quality in alcohol so clearly reflected the quality of the evening, the company.]

There's a place down the road, between the flickering sign and dead-end alley - you might miss it, a door that looks locked with no windows illuminating it's business. [He gestured the direction with pipe in hand.] They have much better supply there.

[Casual chatter and no more - the establishment he recommended was no less illicit than the one they'd just exited.

But they did have better drinks. He wasn't headed there now himself, though perhaps he'd end his night there.]