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[fixyourproblem]

WHO || Brantley River, Andrew Gatewood and open to possible victims all.
WHAT || Brantley teaches Andrew how to flirt.
WHERE ||Bar
WHEN || Night, Sept 7th
HOW || actionspam or prose

At his mentor's request, Brantley immediately takes off to the bar. Dressed in a smart casual attire, he sits at the counter waiting for the arrival of his mentor. Though, in this case, he is the one who does the teaching.

The bar is already filled with a few number of patrons, chatting and sharing one's life memories with each other, but Brantley just sits there, lost in his thought. A bar was never a strange place for Brantley, but when someone goes through the same career path as his, the only friend you could share enjoyable drinks and exciting stories with is yourself.

He waits patiently as he enjoy the moment of peace in the dimly lit bar.

Comments

[allmydreams]

Felicity is sitting further down the way, idly stirring her drink with the toothpick that the martini had come with. She's contemplating her prospects for tonight, whether she wants to practice a new cover, or maybe brush up on some other skills. Bars are never just for socializing, as far as she's concerned, especially one that's out there in the world and not under the protection of the Knights.

Even if she's there to have fun, she still needs to be careful. She's fresh off a mission and her instincts still tell her to keep a low profile, which means not getting too sloppy with things - not that she ever really did.

She notices Brantley down the way, his face vaguely familiar, but not quite familiar enough for her to place it. Still, at the same time, he's fairly attractive. She'll let that attention linger for a moment, if he doesn't mind.

[theshameofcain]

Bambi, cigarette dangling out of her mouth, a half-empty glass of some sort of fruity drink currently balanced in her hand, notices Brantley right away. He's not the first person from the castle she's seen here either.

"I didn't realize this was the local hangout," She pulls her cigarette out of her mouth, and extinguishes it in an ashtray at the bar. "We keep coming here, they'll have to redo it in a dragon motif."

[succubestie]

Sometimes, Bo takes it upon herself to be the bartender. It was one of the few things she remembered from the other side of the Veil, working the job, mixing the drinks, the conversation. And she enjoys it, getting to talk to the other knights in the castle in a relaxing atmosphere.

She just so happens to be doing it again tonight, setting Brantley's drink in front of him on a lightly salted napkin.

"Waiting for someone?" she asks out of curiosity.