The Spot
Who: Vincent, Nabooru
What: The meeting between the two strangers.
When: Now.
Where: The local bar.
Rating: Unrestricted.
Vincent strode into the half-empty bar, glancing up at the dimmed lights and the rest of his surroundings. He wondered just what he was doing in such a dank place, only to remember that Nabooru had been the one to suggest the place. So, with a strug, Vincent flicked his cape to the side and sat down at a corner table-for-two.
"What'll it be fer ya, sir?" came the sound of the bartender's voice. Vincent glanced up at the overweight man, noticing how his eyes were glancing somewhat nervously at his metallic claw and gun. The red-eyed immortal simply waved his right hand.
"Nothing at the moment, but thank you." With a nod the bartender took his place back behind the counter, and Vincent let his gaze wander back over towards the door.
What: The meeting between the two strangers.
When: Now.
Where: The local bar.
Rating: Unrestricted.
Vincent strode into the half-empty bar, glancing up at the dimmed lights and the rest of his surroundings. He wondered just what he was doing in such a dank place, only to remember that Nabooru had been the one to suggest the place. So, with a strug, Vincent flicked his cape to the side and sat down at a corner table-for-two.
"What'll it be fer ya, sir?" came the sound of the bartender's voice. Vincent glanced up at the overweight man, noticing how his eyes were glancing somewhat nervously at his metallic claw and gun. The red-eyed immortal simply waved his right hand.
"Nothing at the moment, but thank you." With a nod the bartender took his place back behind the counter, and Vincent let his gaze wander back over towards the door.