Now the Councillor really is chuckling. "Boy did you come to the right people. Follow me." The large man turns to head towards the boothes, pulling out a key and opening the door for both of the other Awakened. After settling in himself, he pulls out his flask again, laying it flat on the table. "Theres about enough left for us to each have a toast. And it is a toast of the best kind. It might not be the blood of the Gods," he says, unscrewing the lid and pouring some amber liquid into his coffee. "But its sure as fuck what they drink for breakfast." He screws the lid back on the flask, sliding it to one of the others, and raises his glass up, propping his elbow on the table.