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[lormenari]

The bar is dark and smoky, and Sam is seated in a corner, silently people-watching as he nurses a beer. He's looking for just the right person - not someone so big he could drop him off a roof if he wanted to, and not someone so old he could be his dad. No, he wants someone... like the guy seated at the bar with a silver ring on his finger that just barely shines in the light. Sam hasn't seen him around before, which compels him to go over and talk to him. This shitty bar doesn't attract new clientele very often. Sam frequents it because they don't card him.

He gets up, ducking through the crowd and appearing beside the other man. He straddles a stool and puts on his brightest smile, swiveling around to face him. "Are you traveling on business or pleasure?"