"Would you like to be reminded privately that the club is closed?"
One of the employees appeared at the booth where Silas and Salvar were sitting, wearing the particular expression of someone who had rehearsed this line and was very committed to delivering it.
Silas stood up without acknowledging the sentence. He got his arm under Salvar and lifted him.
"He is not leaving, we have policies..."
"I can't work anymore." Salvar waved a hand in the general direction of the employee and the bar and possibly the entire evening. "You people did nothing all night. Work all you want."
"But —"
Silas moved.
He didn't look at the employee, didn't offer a word or a glance in his direction. He picked up Salvar's coat, mask, and wig in one hand, kept his other arm around Salvar's shoulder, and walked out through the door like the conversation behind him had already finished.
