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8 O'clock sharp, Nero tried to open the door to Dante's shop and found it locked. He wasn't surprised, the man wasn't exactly a morning person. With a grumble, he fished out his copy of the key and let himself in. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. Dante, passed out on floor near the couch. Empty whiskey bottles on the floor next to him.
"Again, Dante?" With a long suffering sigh, Nero approached and knelt next to his uncle. He shook him awake and waited for him to get his bearings. "Do you want coffee?"
"Yeah." Dante groaned.