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Capulet was so weird at night, nothing like home. Weaving through a crowd of people, Nero entered the bar they socialized outside of. Bright neon signs, loud drunken laughter. It was a completely different world from the quiet, pious Fortuna.
He strolled past a busy pool table and up to the bar. He spotted Dante in a stool, bottle of whisky and a glass in front of him. Lady stood next to him, animated as she talked about something. Dante's eyes met Nero's and he almost looked relieved.
Dante slid off his stool with a flourish, "Who's up for darts?"