It's not a dream, pet [backdated to arrival night]
Characters: Eames, and open to everyone.
Time: The night of his arrival, after Arthur leaves and he's checked them in.
Location: Blackstone Hotel lounge.
Content: Poker and/or solitaire. OR WHATEVER. It'll be glossed because I suck.
Format: Prose preferred, commentspam also accepted. Prose is easier to type from my phone with!
Warnings: Eames, so probably flirting.
Eames was capable at reconnaissance; more than capable, actually, but he didn't want to spend time lurking around. Instead, he was going to gather information another way.
He'd sat himself down at a table, a drink in hand, and a deck of cards spread out on the table. He was seemingly amusing himself playing solitaire, but should anyone approach him he'd offer a game of poker. He was also watching the hotel carefully, and anyone who passed through the lounge.
Approach?
Time: The night of his arrival, after Arthur leaves and he's checked them in.
Location: Blackstone Hotel lounge.
Content: Poker and/or solitaire. OR WHATEVER. It'll be glossed because I suck.
Format: Prose preferred, commentspam also accepted. Prose is easier to type from my phone with!
Warnings: Eames, so probably flirting.
Eames was capable at reconnaissance; more than capable, actually, but he didn't want to spend time lurking around. Instead, he was going to gather information another way.
He'd sat himself down at a table, a drink in hand, and a deck of cards spread out on the table. He was seemingly amusing himself playing solitaire, but should anyone approach him he'd offer a game of poker. He was also watching the hotel carefully, and anyone who passed through the lounge.
Approach?