Mayhem had left the board room with his arm hooked in Murder's, bumping against his side as he walked. A few minutes of conversation in Murder's room had caught them both up on how the last six months since they'd seen each other, all while they got dressed in vaguely coordinated outfits. A new dispensary hadn't been hard to find either, and the two of them picked up about two ounces combined of various strains to try out, as well as a pound of various edibles. He'd immediately taken a 30mg gummy, and dropped their haul off in Murder's room. Mayhem had put in a request to change over to the room next door to Murder's, and the SHIELD agent had given him permission to switch to the empty room. Murder helped him transfer his bag over, and they'd immediately sat down to snuggle and smoke until they had to leave for the bar.<br/><br/>____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Mayhem always liked being early, and since he was Murder's ride, they had both arrived before everyone else. They'd picked a corner booth and sat down, and Mayhem scooted to lean against his friend. He'd picked out a cute outfit with a black tee over a black and white striped long sleeve, acidwash jeans cuffed over combat boots, and a heavy leather spiked collar with a chain leash. The O-ring was adorned with a small silver heart-shaped dog tag lined with blue rhinestones, and a small engraving on the front that was hard to read in the low light of the bar. Murder had long since looped the leather leash pull over his wrist and rested his hand on the table, and Mayhem folded his legs beside him on the bench, idly sipping his Larceny whiskey neat.<br/><br/>A bit after they'd arrived, Bella did as well. He had interjected as she ordered, offering to buy her the same variety of whiskey he was drinking, after fervent insistence that it was the best whiskey he'd ever had neat. After a couple sips, Bella had agreed it was a fantastic whiskey, and the trio had fallen into idle conversation. Smiling fondly, Mayhem trailed his fingers across Murder's hand on the table, reminiscing quietly on the night they'd met. The bar they were in was nicer by a bare margin, and Murder wasn't on the other side of the bar serving him, but the atmosphere was the same. He could bet he could find a hook up for brawling rings in this bar, based on the appearance of the clientele.<br/><br/>Callista arrived later than the time they had set, and Mayhem arched a brow at the get up. "I don't think I know a bar in the world that calls for something that fancy. 'cept that one place in West Hollywood that's closer to an art exhibit than a bar, but last I checked, upstate New York and West Hollywood are two different worlds." He smiled softly, tucking himself under Murder's arm. At the mention of wine, he scrunched his nose with his distaste. "I'll stick to my whiskey. Wine is gross. I'll save it for the socialites and snobs." Humming out a soft noise, he idly traced patterns against Murder's palm.