First entrance.
Job interviews are nerve-wracking under the best of circumstances. A job interview conducted in a hotel several time zones over from one's current official place of residence, in a climate several times warmer and drier than anything that one has ever had to deal with, is not the best of circumstances. When one throws in the presence of more than one interviewer- and the fact that one of them is the longtime bitter rival of the interviewer who actually likes you- it gets... touchy. Small wonder, then, that a man might head straight for the nearest source of alcohol once such an interview was over.
When the almost-redhead in the neatly-pressed brown suit opens the door, he blinks a few times. Oh, he was expecting a bar, to be certain- but somehow...
He looks up at the ceiling, and then over his shoulder. A moment later he backs out and closes the door.
It opens again. He pokes his head in, a little more carefully this time, and squints silently at the surroundings. This time he doesn't close the door so much as lean all the way back and look at something to one side of the door. Whatever it is, he frowns at it before looking back into the Bar.
"Huh," says Gordon Freeman, and pushes thick black-framed glasses up his nose with one finger before stepping into Milliways.
[Tinytag: Gordon Freeman]
When the almost-redhead in the neatly-pressed brown suit opens the door, he blinks a few times. Oh, he was expecting a bar, to be certain- but somehow...
He looks up at the ceiling, and then over his shoulder. A moment later he backs out and closes the door.
It opens again. He pokes his head in, a little more carefully this time, and squints silently at the surroundings. This time he doesn't close the door so much as lean all the way back and look at something to one side of the door. Whatever it is, he frowns at it before looking back into the Bar.
"Huh," says Gordon Freeman, and pushes thick black-framed glasses up his nose with one finger before stepping into Milliways.
[Tinytag: Gordon Freeman]