Some Bar, D.C. | Sunday Late Afternoon
The noises of the gaming bar were distracting to Dimitri's senses, but he managed to focus on the game at hand enough to roll a ball up the ramp and watch it bounce into the hole labeled with a bold number 50. Clearly 100 would be better, but Dimitri was still trying to figure out the nuances of that ramp and the strategy of the game.
There was certainly a lot of strategy to Rose's plot for the day, even if he had started things off by cruelly taking her to an early church service. Religion was possibly not the way Rose had intended to start her 'claimed' day (and somehow yes, Dimitri realized what the day was supposed to be without being told) so he hadn't done more than lift an eyebrow at her in the park when she'd suddenly insisted they stop in the bar for a game before heading back to the island.
And while all of that explained how Dimitri came to be rolling up his shirtsleeves and loosening his tie on a Sunday afternoon at a bar, it didn't explain why he was looking upon a coin-operated game so seriously.
[For a tiny person.]
There was certainly a lot of strategy to Rose's plot for the day, even if he had started things off by cruelly taking her to an early church service. Religion was possibly not the way Rose had intended to start her 'claimed' day (and somehow yes, Dimitri realized what the day was supposed to be without being told) so he hadn't done more than lift an eyebrow at her in the park when she'd suddenly insisted they stop in the bar for a game before heading back to the island.
And while all of that explained how Dimitri came to be rolling up his shirtsleeves and loosening his tie on a Sunday afternoon at a bar, it didn't explain why he was looking upon a coin-operated game so seriously.
[For a tiny person.]