Frederick Chilton // Silence of the Lambs // Bar

[mm_msdarkntwist]

 There's a very nervous-looking man seated at the bar, clad in a slightly wrinkled suit that tries too hard to give the impression of quality, with a dark brown overcoat on top. There's a small suitcase at his feet and a glass of scotch in his hands, and every so often he'll turn on his stool to scan the room before facing forward once again.

He

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[no_more_chianti]

At a table not too far away, a young woman in serious clothes happens to look up, eyes drawn by the nervous motion at the bar ...

And she frowns, suddenly, lips pressed into a thin line.

Nobody ever did figure out what happened to Dr. Fuckface.

[doomedchilton]

It takes a few more glances around the room before he notices her, and even then he has to do a double-take just to make sure he isn't seeing things.

When faced with the prospect of Dr. Lecter or humiliation, he would most definitely take humiliation. Which is why he slides off his bar stool and approaches her table, flashing his most winning smile. "Well, well. Miss Starling, is it?" Even now he can't keep that tone out of his voice.

[no_more_chianti]

Oh, great.

Clarice turns the frown upside-down, but it still has the same pressed-thin quality to it.

"Dr. Chilton," she says, though she's more wary and puzzled than strained.

When is he from?

"I didn't expect I'd see you again."

[doomedchilton]

He takes that as an unofficial invitation to take a seat, which he does, his gaze still shifting nervously from side to side. "No, I didn't think I'd be seeing you again either, Miss-- I'm sorry, you'd prefer to be called Agent Starling, wouldn't you?"

Chilton's smile only lasts so long, replaced by a mixture of annoyance and fear. "I should be halfway across the world right now," he mutters. "I'm sure you must have, ah... heard about Dr. Lecter's escape? I thought it would be best if I, well, left until he was caught again."

[no_more_chianti]

"Well, I did graduate," Clarice says mildly. "But I'm off duty around here."

She frowns.

Shit, he's in from before--

"Something tells me that's not going to work out so well, doctor."

[doomedchilton]

"Congratulations." It's said without any real feeling, more of an instinctive attempt at courtesy.

"What?" His gaze snaps back to her, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What, exactly, is that supposed to mean?"

[no_more_chianti]

The bitch of it is that Clarice isn't really sure what it's supposed to mean.

Though she's got her suspicions.

"I-- I'm sorry, Dr. Chilton." She frowns. "Can I ask you ... what you know about this place?"

[doomedchilton]

He relaxes slightly, although the suspicion is still there. "Not as much as I should know, it seems," he mutters. If there's one thing he dislikes it's not being fully informed, and having someone else explain things to him.