Who: Timothy & Lorne
What: Drinks & the usual barfly/bartender chat
When: Earlier this week
Where: Caritas
Rating: Probably PG-13ish.
Closing up the office for the night hadn't taken long at all - business was relatively light, and the Accountant had spent most of his time making a little extra space in one corner of the office for Lucy. He hadn't gotten the new furniture yet - she'd need a desk of her own, for one - but there had to be room for it all, first, and moving everything around by himself had been hard work. The invitation he'd received to Caritas was looking more and more welcome, as he made his way down the streets in the slowly cooling evening air, suit jacket over his shoulder, shirt-sleeves rolled up, his tie loose and draped over his shoulders.
He wasn't so sure about the live music, but that was easily tuned out if the night's performers weren't exactly above par. As he stepped into the establishment and made his way toward the bar, he was mostly in search of a familiar, distinctive, and friendly face.