Lucien

The smell of cheap wine and old whisky fills the air as Lucien works; he is cleaning cups. His mind is wandering off to the world of that book idea he has, but he can't get the details down. The soft but dragging sound of cleaning glass pulls him away from everything until the click of the door puts his mind back to work. Setting the now clean glass down, he makes his way over to the new consumer. Lucien stands there holding out a cup. "On the house, I guess. So what brings you here?"