Really, he can't complain. Tonight has been going quite well. A bit of threatening there, a bit of violence here, and his pockets were quite well lined with the money he had been owed.

He leaned against the bar, smirking slightly to himself as he drank from a martini glass. Sure, the lack of color made things rather moody, but the man couldn't complain. Especially because it seemed that his partner was also enjoying himself. The bartender had a special for good ol' Kokuwamon, something that the digimon could enjoy that sparked and crackled oddly from time to time.

"Shame about the gent and all. I like him. His arm'll get better, dontcha think?" he said cheerfully to Kokuwamon, who nodded wordlessly without looking up from his electric snack, which buzzed a bright white.