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If one is looking for a bartending job, this is not the red-haired man in black to go to.
It is not like this one is truly easy to find. Unless one is looking for him, that is. He is in the bar room, tonight, in that corner booth that is never lit well enough to make it past shadowy and into merely dim.
He blends into the shadows a little too well, except for those ice-bright blue eyes that continue to watch the bar patrons as they come and go. Underneath, wedged where the tableleg meets the underside of the booth's table, there is a diamond, like a little shard of ice caught in the wood.
Waiting.
It is not like this one is truly easy to find. Unless one is looking for him, that is. He is in the bar room, tonight, in that corner booth that is never lit well enough to make it past shadowy and into merely dim.
He blends into the shadows a little too well, except for those ice-bright blue eyes that continue to watch the bar patrons as they come and go. Underneath, wedged where the tableleg meets the underside of the booth's table, there is a diamond, like a little shard of ice caught in the wood.
Waiting.