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[captainryan]

Scowling, thoughtful looking man sitting at a table with his back to a wall. On it is a half-empty pint and an open sketchbook. In his left hand is a pencil.

It's a distraction. Only it isn't working as well as it's supposed to, seeing as how there's nothing on the page. Help him out?

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[riversinger]

River is carrying a single comm pad when she returns from the Library. Usually this signifies that she's gathered so much information, she can't carry it all in one trip.

She stops at the bar and picks up two pints of Guinness, thanking Bar softly before turning to follow his scent to his table.

Hello, my love. "A sketch pad, hmm?"

[captainryan]

He kicks out the chair next to him for her to sit in. The pad is pulled a little closer, in case of potential spills.

"Aye," he answers, taking a pull of his current glass. "Nothing to see."

[riversinger]

"Yet," she answers, setting their pints down carefully. She waggles the pad at him as she sits.

You are a very lucky man, you know.

She nudges the toe of his boot with her own.

[captainryan]

He plucks it back from her just as quickly, one brow arched.

Am I?

She stole his notebook. But she also brought him beer.

He opts not to poke back just yet.

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Maybe it's the scent -- slightly familiar -- that draws X's attention.

Maybe she has been keeping an eye out for him.

Whatever the reason, X slips across the crowded bar floor and pauses by Ryan's position -- just several feet away.

It is only polite.

"Hello."

[captainryan]

Ryan appreciates the pause. It lets him know for sure he's not being jumped.

There was an incident, once.

"Hello," he answers neutrally, arching one eyebrow slightly. He doesn't recognize X, but the last time they spoke he was nauseous and had a headache so perhaps he can be forgiven.

[cutting_edgex23]

"You are Richard Ryan."

Beat.

"And you are outside a lot."

She's going somewhere with this. Really.

[captainryan]

He bets.

"I am." His voice has dropped into flatter tones though his scent's grown a hair more apprehensive.

He's fairly certain he's innocent, but he's not going to start volunteering personal information just because of that.