With everyone filing out of the board room, Murder figured that it'd be best if he did the same. It came as no surprise when Mayhem hooked an arm around his and, more or less, escorted him to his room. There, he caught the other man up on what he'd been doing these past few months, which really hadn't been much. Work at the bar, a failed fling, dumb things the regulars had done, nothing fancy. From there, he grabbed a much-needed shower and, after dressing, hauled out his laptop to locate a decently reviewed dispensary. Luckily, most had webstores to browse the strains they carried.<br/><br/>From there, it was back to the compound to drop off the loot, get Mayhem moved, and then settle down for more catching up. Plus, to sample to new strains they'd picked up. It was a nice way to kill a few hours, largely, because Murder wasn't looking forward to the bar. His sleep schedule was completely fucked and he felt exhausted, despite the fact that he'd gone light on smoking before they'd left.<br/><br/>It was no surprise that they got to the bar early since Mayhem was the one 'driving'. In a way, it made him roll his eyes since they could leave two minutes before and be right on time. Still, he didn't complain and instead, shoved his hands into his jean pockets so that he could slip his thumbs into the belt looks; the leash that he'd looped around his wrist was attached to a rather sparkly collar the other man wore. Frankly, Murder had been surprised that Mayhem had kept it since it'd originally been a gag gift. Once they got to the boost, he rested his hand on the table, for the moment.<br/><br/>Unlike Mayhem, he'd chosen to dress a bit more conservatively. Jeans, tan workboots, a dark blue t-shirt with the words 'boss of you fucking fucks' splashed across the front, and a dark brown leather jacket. Also, unlike the other man, he'd settled for some craft beer from, apparently, a local place. When Bella arrived, he politely engaged in the small talk, but wasn't nearly as chatty as Mayhem. Since it was just the three of them, it made him wonder if the others had ditched or were late. In the case of Callista, it would appear 'late'. He blinked a bit at how she was dressed, but honestly felt like he couldn't' say much, considering how Mayhem had dressed.<br/><br/>"I'm not even sure the place has wine. That's more of a restaurant thing. They<i>do</i>have some damn good beer." Looking to the other man, he gently prodded Mayhem's side. "They're just fermented grapes. Gotta get your fruit. It's good for you."