Looking around the dimly lit bar, Dai frowned a bit. His white suit like a lightbulb of its own as it was engulfed in the soft light that filled the beloved Blood Money. He took a step inside before he took in the smell of tobacco and alcohol that was lingering in the air, a grin curling his lips upward. Walking toward the Bar, he nodded to the tender that stood behind it. "The usual please..". He turned then, scanning the bar for familiar faces as he then caught glimpse of Cerulean sitting in the back booth, with what seemed like one of the new recruits. Taking his then prepared drink, he strides toward the far side of the room, the usual booth he sat in, empty until his arrival, right under one of the dim laps hanging from the ceiling.