Shirogane sighs heavily as he leans against the railing of the balcony, a golden glass of Piper Heidsieck 1907 in his hand. He really wasn't sure why he was here.

One moment he had been working at home, the next moment he had felt a pair of arms around his shoulders and a familiar scent before there was a shifting of his surroundings that signalled teleportation.

Then he'd found himself here. In the middle of nowhere. And hadn't he just finished drinking from this glass? Why...was it full again?