Friday night around Halloween some damn year (tag Jon)
Roger Davies stopped outside to catch his breath and hopefully clear his head. The transatlantic, then intercontinental floo's had given him vertigo. His stomach was all right now. He couldn't remember whether or not he'd eaten lunch and didn't care to take the time to figure out the time differences. All he knew was that he was a long way from home and that he was determined that Adrian's birthday be perfect!
He'd come from the jeweler's and made reservations at an upscale restaurant, now... for Adrian's real surprise present...
Roger looked up at the sign. Lucid Yes, that was the place he'd heard about... open to all sorts of magical and mythical folk... and a good place for comfortable dominance displays...but would Adrian like it?
Gathering himself, Roger opened the door and stepped inside. He looked around a bit then took a seat at the bar. It was in America so he asked, "Do you have any stout at room temperature?"
He'd come from the jeweler's and made reservations at an upscale restaurant, now... for Adrian's real surprise present...
Roger looked up at the sign. Lucid Yes, that was the place he'd heard about... open to all sorts of magical and mythical folk... and a good place for comfortable dominance displays...but would Adrian like it?
Gathering himself, Roger opened the door and stepped inside. He looked around a bit then took a seat at the bar. It was in America so he asked, "Do you have any stout at room temperature?"