Bleu had no worries whatsoever as she breezed into the bar; her current artist was in a deep slumber for the night, Lucien wouldn't mind that she'd been away, and Alec never failed to offer her the finest in hospitality. Whoever else was in the bar when she entered, the picture of loveliness she always was, she didn't care.

She settled at the bar next to Alec, reaching for the glass of absinthe and raising it to him before she drank. "À votre santé," she murmured, her fondness for French showing. "What's new?"