"Well, this and work, yeah. Until all the torture starts, it's usually pretty uneventful around here," Lucius replies offhandedly as he drops his basket of folded cloth in the entryway and meanders in. He'd thought about fucking off and taking a nap but, frankly, he wanted to try some of that tequila. He hadn't had time to crack the bottle open before he shoved it at Izzy.

It is a bit telling that this qualifies as something other than work but the distinction is a casual one and Lucius does not clarify. No, he just gestures at Izzy who is, shockingly, wearing the shirt he dropped off. It looks absolutely absurd but everything from that store looks absurd on everyone at all times, so it's not really an Izzy thing specifically. On the scale from silly to catastrophic, though, he's certainly closer to the former than the latter.

"Got a second glass or are we just taking pulls right out of the skull?" Lucius asks and gestures to the table.