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[master_wayne]

Bruce is not as lame as his mun and so has, in fact, been in the bar a few times recently. So he knows it's Christmas here and that's why he's got a bag with him this evening, in case he happens to run into someone. And if he doesn't, it's still a nice chance to relax with a protein shake and watch the universe implode.

[OOC: Not here for very long

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[cutting_edgex23]

X, slipping in from outside, pauses fractionally as she catches Bruce's scent, then readjusts her position to head toward his table.

Ignoring the snow melting in her hair and the dampness it leaves behind, she settles next to him, reaching out to tangle her fingers with his for a second before sitting back.

She is not wearing a coat.

"Bruce."

Beat.

"Hello."

[master_wayne]

'Hi.'

His grin is large and happy and her fingers get the briefest of squeezes before she takes them away.

'You'll get cold.'

Y'know. Or not.

[cutting_edgex23]

"No," she says, shaking her head once. "I will not."

To the uninitiated, it probably does not look like X is amused.

But she is.

"You are okay?"

[master_wayne]

'Yeah, I'm OK.'

Relaxed, even. And he's rarely relaxed.

'How are you?'

[not_his_pa]

(OOC: Tagging for slow since I'm in the midst of dinner and family things.)

William has a pile of things in front of him at a table, a nice prosthetic leg, some bandannas and a nice scarf that he keeps looking at.

When Bruce walks by, he blinks, drinks some coffee and gives him a harder stare,

"What's your name, sir?"

[master_wayne]

Bruce blinks.

That was abrupt.

'...what's yours?'

[not_his_pa]

William just gives him a look back, not right someone else looking so much like his Pa. Maybe not as his Pa looks now, maybe when he was younger before the war and things got bad,

"William Evans, sir."

[master_wayne]

He wonders if it's supposed to mean something to him.

'I'm Bruce Wayne.'

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah comes into the bar with a usual glance-around-the-place to see who she sees.

She sees Bruce, and holds up a finger. Wait.

Then she disappears.

Two minutes later she reappears, with a leather document folder under her arm.

[master_wayne]

Bruce quirks his eyebrows at her but she's already gone.

And then she's back.

'Hi?'

[raptorcanaria]

"Hi!" Dinah says cheerfully as she sits at his table, the folder underneath her arms.

"How's it going?"

[master_wayne]

He eyes it for a moment, that folder, but figures she'll tell him if she wants to.

'Pretty good, thanks. How about you?'

[52_dropoff]

"Is that any good?" Charlie knows a protein shake when he sees one.

The man, however, doesn't look at all familiar.

[master_wayne]

He looks at the shake as though he's never actually considered the taste of it before.

'Uh yeah. It's OK.'

This guy doesn't look at all familiar either but that's alright. And he smiles.

'Hi.'

[52_dropoff]

"I did protein shakes a long time ago. Before I actually learned how to eat right." It's not meant to sound judgmental.

It's debatable if Charlie succeeded in conveying the right tone, though.

[master_wayne]

His eyebrows quirk skywards.

'I know how to eat right. I just don't enjoy all that chewing. These things save a good hour or two a day that I'd spend eating otherwise.'