Yamaki gripped the cup, holding it close to his chest as he cradled it. The barkeep was wiping another glass, giving Yamaki a raised brow.
"Are you going to finish that, sir?"
It was late into the night, and most of the regulars had gone on home. The barkeep just wanted to finish cleaning up and then go home to sleep, but looking at the way the guy at the counter was looking, he'd be here a while.
"They're here."
"Eh?" The barkeep looked around, obviously confused.
"They're here."
He placed the glass down with the others, "Who's here?" It was a bad idea, talking to the weird guy who insisted on wearing his sunglasses at this time of night, but he couldn't help it.
"Digimon."
The barkeep blinked. What. He put the cloth down, "Okay Mister, I think you've had enough to drink." He moved to take the glass away, but Yamaki kept a firm grip on it.
The barkeep sighed, it was definitely going to be a long night.