His time has come. Or, an evening that could be his time has come. Women commiserating with wine often meant adjusting appearances and for that the friendly, gossip neutral stylist is most often welcome. Zevran arrives with a bottle of his own wine tucked under his arm as an offering as well as his kit. Oils, fragrances, scissors, all the accouterments for trimming and buffing of nails or a simple hand massage. He sets up and pours a glass for himself, happy for the warmth, the company, and a means to stave off boredom for another night.

The more he drinks the less he needs to bundle, settled comfortably in the corner, tucked up with his coat folded over the back of his chair, happy to offer a massage, a trim, or a quick nail lacquering.