"To a job well done," Lupin said as he raised the glass in his hand to the others, who sat around a table in a nice restaurant.
Goemon, Jigen and Fujiko raised their glasses before everyone drank the champagne in one gulp.
"God, where did you get this crap," Jigen wondered in disgust as he wiped the cheap liquid off his mouth with his sleeve.
Lupin grinned and shrugged. "Me and Fujiko stayed at some cheap hotel last night and we never drank it."
Jigen shot Goemon a quick glance.
"I kind of like it, though," Lupin said as he filled his glass back up. "The bubbles tickle my lips the same way a lover would when they kiss me." He smirked and looked up at Jigen. "Don't you think so, Jigen?"
Jigens body tensed. Not wanting to be that obvious, he sat back and scoffed. "What a bunch of bullshit," he spat. "Stop trying to sell me your cheap crap with your horrible poetry."
Lupin looked down and began to laugh. "Yeah, you're right. This stuff is horrible. My poetry is pretty spot on, though." He grinned and gulped down his drink. "Shall we?" he said, offering a hand to Fujiko after he stood up.
She gladly took it. "Have fun drinking alone, you two," she said with a wink as she and Lupin left the table.
