[Lan Wangji doesn't lower himself to chase a drunk through the streets of Jigoku-cho. he just breathes out again, amused and aggravated, and finishes writing out the second receipt.

if Dante had scanned the numbers on his own a little more carefully, he'd have realized that he was only being charged for half the amount the lost bottles were worth -- Lan Wangji was already planning to invoice himself for the other half of the ruined merchandise. he was equally responsible, after all. now he's going to have to pay in full as well as track the vendor down.

...

it's annoying, but not the worst thing that's ever happened to him. and perhaps Dante will get a surprise if they ever meet again.

he tucks both receipts away in his sleeve for later, staring for a moment in the direction of the alley Dante disappeared into at such speed. then he'll return to his post to write up what happened, mark down the rest of the inventory, and resume his job of being the most boring Lost Soul in the city...

for now.]