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[thirty_pieces]

It's starting to get late. Judas, who isn't tired, makes it down into the bar anyway; he appears, as ever, alert; slightly disheveled.

He sits down at a table, running his fingers slowly along the edge, after the fashion of a nervous habit.

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[oldromansaint]

Something... about this man.

Santino moved over, gave a small bow and a flash of a smile. "Good evening, friend. Is this seat taken?" He asked, gesturing to an empty one at Judas' table.

[thirty_pieces]

Judas looks at him. "It is now," he says.

[oldromansaint]

"Thank you."

He sat, fluidly.

"My name is Salvatore. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir...?"

[thirty_pieces]

With the air of someone increasingly used to offending, Judas answers, "Judas. My name's Judas."

[misterparker]

Parker watches, curious, then stands and walks over. He's wearing a cast, but it looks like it's already included in his movements.

"New?" he asks.

[thirty_pieces]

"I was," says Judas. "But the excuse is wearing thin."

[misterparker]

"The excuse?" Parker asks. "Not really a question of fact, I guess, more of opinion. Of how integrated you feel."

[thirty_pieces]

He presses his hands together, vertical, flat, for a moment, in front of his lips; lets them fall, laughing.

"Not very," he says, wry.

[redhorserider]

Red is sitting across from him (was she already there?), ignoring a glass of wine.

She doesn't speak.

[thirty_pieces]

"Where I come from," Judas says mildly, "it's not polite to appear inexplicably without giving one's name."

[redhorserider]

She turns her head to look at him.

"Red," she says simply.

[thirty_pieces]

He raises an eyebrow; observes, "Explicit."

[firewitandhate]

A tall, red-haired man walks over to his table. "You're new here."

[thirty_pieces]

"Yes," says Judas, "I am."

He can't argue with that.

[firewitandhate]

Loki smiles. "I'm called Skywalker. Who are you?"

[thirty_pieces]

"Judas."

He doesn't return the smile.