Walking through the dark halls of the Ambrosia, the figure looked around at the entire construction and shook his head with a sigh. Even the entire remodel and reopening did not help this place back up onto its feet. It's been too long since a Mover Maestro took care of this treasure trove. Nighthawk walked behind the bar, grabbed the bottle of Peppermint Schnapps and a shotglass before he proceded to sit down, pouring himself a shot.
"I miss the old days, were Lou kept this place hustling and bustling." - It seemed as if he were talking to himself, but a female figure walked up behind the Man as he downed his Schnapps, a person that was unidentifiable in the shadows.
"We tried our best to get it running, if they do not appreciate a good bar, then we need not provide more. Besides, it's just in case."
Moving about the room were a few workers, all wearing Grey jumpsuits, like the two main figures at the Bar. It seemed as if the workers were laying new wiring.
