Sunny would walk into the bar, seeing the usual activity going on. The dimmed and calm lights, people chatting and laughing across the rooms, people drinking and hot babes all around. He looks around for Frank Gambit, knowing they had arranged a meeting down here. He was late, but being a president of the club, some things would usually grab his attention. Reaching under his jacket, he takes out a read-rolled spiff and lights it with his lighter as he walks down to the bar. The barkeep notices him already coming and scrambles to get him his usual: a bottle of vodka with a shot glass and cuts of lemon with salt on a small plate.
He notices Frank sitting at the bar, though weirdly, and he'd notice he isn't moving or anything. Walking over behind him, he slaps his back. "Franky, you good?" He laughs a little as he'd notice he'd been sleeping from his reaction.