❄ Winter Gala | forward-dated to December 24
Who: Everyone and everything! All of you are invited. :3
What: Preventer's 1st Annual Winter Gala (though they may call it a Holiday Gala next year because, lol, it's not winter in the Southern hemisphere 8U); dress code is black and white, no dates required 8)
When: December 24. This log is so forward dated and backtag friendly. :D NOBODY IS LATE TO ( Read more... )
What: Preventer's 1st Annual Winter Gala (though they may call it a Holiday Gala next year because, lol, it's not winter in the Southern hemisphere 8U); dress code is black and white, no dates required 8)
When: December 24. This log is so forward dated and backtag friendly. :D NOBODY IS LATE TO ( Read more... )
If he had learned anything from Badou (stupid stupid stupid) it was that sometimes hiding in plain sight was the best spot. If he sat under the bar with a camera aimed up at the guy, everyone would notice. Also, he'd probably get kicked. In the throat. So instead of trying to pretend he was a spy like in the movies, he simply slipped into the seat right next to the guy, and pressed his hands against the cool counter. It was kind of greasy, from various spills and such, but the small bandages on his fingers (another stupid accident) kept him from feeling any of the grossness.
When asked what he wants by the bartender, he shrugs a bit.]
I don't know. I've never had half of this stuff.
[All the drinks. Like he even knows what to get, other than water.]
[While staring at the bottles on the wall like he has no idea what's good or not (which he doesn't), he's aware of the slightly intoxicated man to the side.]
[He's just getting drunk. What's she need eyes on him, for? Though there had to be a reason. Cuuuuriosity.]
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