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[redhorserider]

A booth is suddenly occupied by a good-looking young man--around the age of twenty-five or so--with red hair, shaved in military fashion. He looks exceedingly comfortable in his scuffed brown boots and his dusty red tank-top and worn jeans. The young man sips absently at his beer, looking as if he is waiting for someone to arrive.

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[die_tician]

Another good-looking man takes the seat opposite. He's tucking something away into a narrow, black briefcase, and only when the clasps have closed with a dry snap does he look up.

"My, my," he says after a pause. "This is unusual."

[redhorserider]

"Busy day at work. I didn't have time to change." He leans forward and grins, which, even in this form is dangerous, deadly, blood-thirsty. "But you still like it, don't you?"

[die_tician]

He looks amused for a fraction of a second - blink and you've missed it - and straightens his jacket minutely.

"Of course. The hair is especially attractive."

It's short. Sparse, almost. The concept appeals to him.

[redhorserider]

"If figured you would like it." He runs a hand across his head, fingers conforming to the shape of his skull--another thing he's sure the other man enjoys seeing.

"Drink?" He holds the beer bottle out to his booth partner.

[mycursedface]

Whoever it is, it isn't this girl. Not with her black snakes instead of black curls, not with the gold feathered wings on her back, not Medusa because she is not of his world.

She does, however, notice him. Or at least, her snakes do and they whisper to her in voices that sound like her own.

So Medusa glances at him, dark and intense eyes curious behind their glasses (which don't match her tunic or leather trousers - Bronze Age).

[redhorserider]

The young man's pale orange eyes meet her glasses and he smiles, aware of who she is. He raises his beer to her.

[mycursedface]

He isn't human; she knows that much. So he gets a smile, cautiously, and she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

wasn't there was just didn't see wasn't, go the snake but she appears to ignore them.

"Sorry," Medusa says then, "I didn't see you and you startled me, a bit."

[redhorserider]

"I tend to have that effect on people," he says nonchalantly, taking another swig from his beer. "Don't recall seeing you around here before."

[mitt_mittson]

(ooc: I want to thread with you but my friends have declared it too dangerous for wee!Mitt. When wee!Mitt is not so wee, perhaps?)

[redhorserider]

(ooc: lol. Of course. Though, just FYI, War's appearances around the bar are... sporadic at best. It's hard trying to throw the world into chaos, ya know. Keeps an anthropomorphic personification busy.)

[mitt_mittson]

(ooc: It is totally hard out here for an anthropomorphic personification! I know War is v. sporadic, but he won't be older for ages, so. =D. I'll keep an eye out.)

[bad_in_latin]

ALWAYS WHEN I AM NOT AROUND THAT YOU DO THIS AUGH AUGH AUGH LOVE YOU AUGH.