Don Juan was lingering at the bar while they made the coffee, perhaps ostensibly to order a drink of his own once it was finished but in reality to ensure it arrived. His intuition that it might not turned out to be correct. As the staff member stepped out from behind the bar holding the steaming mug, a glance over his shoulder revealed Hudson struggling with his coat in the entryway.

Idiot, Don Juan thought with a sigh, not without some lingering affection. He headed towards the club's front door without further ado; he didn't need to settle up like Hudson did, since he was a member, and he'd decided to forego his overcoat since the day was warm enough. He reached the door just in time to catch the backswing and held it open while Hudson stumbled through. He followed him out wordlessly, but offered Hudson a tight smile: well, what did you expect?

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