Ben's at the bar with a glass of cold milk. His sketchbook's on the countertop with a well-worn
note tucked between its pages.
He's twirling his charcoal pencil between his fingers, people-watching.
[ tiny tag: hercules ]
[ ooc: car-keys bait for maid marian and hercules, but not locked in any way; post is open till hell freezes over ben's next ep ]