(OPEN.)

[dreamsonaplane]

WHO: dreamsonaplane and you!
WHERE: Just a random bar in a nicer part of town.
WHEN: Tonight, roughly 8pm
WARNINGS: Nothing!
SUMMARY: Robert decides that he needs to get out of the apartment and decides to have a taste of his "old" life.
FORMAT: Whatever!

Comments

[subconman]

[ of all the gin joints in all the world...

welp mr. eames is at the bar! and watching fischer intently from over the rim of his wine glass because you know eames is drinking some hella fancy wine. and after a moment he just...gently shifts, slow and subtle and when he's done he's wearing someone else's skin entirely--and then he sends a drink to fischer's table. because eames is a classy creeper okay. ]

[dreamsonaplane]

[wow what a creeper. admit it.

it takes him a second to acknowledge that there's a drink waiting for him.] Hmm? Oh, I don't - [oh that's right, there's a drink for him.] Oh, thank you?

[subconman]

[ creeping is what eames does, okay. ]

You're quite welcome.

[traptinacoffin]

[Adam too, who was used to nice things as it were, was left with a job and residency at the MAC. While it wasn't at all what he was accustomed to, he was almost growing used to it, though he still sought out bars every night. To what end he wasn't sure, but he always found someone to talk to, or watch. And tonight would be no exception.

Ordering an appletini and shrugging his coat at the door, he made his way through. Stopping before Robert's booth, he dropped his head carefully to ask,] Is this seat reserved?