[Locked, I say!]

[sable_mind]

The place J takes St. Germant to is fairly quiet. The decor isn't much to stare at, red walls, dark wooden furnishings. Everything simple, except maybe the fellow with four arms playing pool with himself.

He walks over to a corner table at the opposite end of the place, expecting his new friend to follow. He sits down and smiles. "Make yourself

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[walking_secret]

St. Germant does a double-take when he sees the four-armed man, but chooses to say nothing about it. He takes a seat across from J, his eyes darting around the room in fascination.

J's words bring him back to attention, however, and he returns the smile brightly. He doesn't really know what an 'LOL' is, but he gathers that not having one is a good thing.

"If they have it, I think I'd like some amaretto." He says softly, not wanting to seem rude and take advantage of J's hospitality.

[sable_mind]

"Don't know what it is, but sure." He waved a hand a little to catch the attention of a waitress. Some amaretto and some beer. Judging by the way the waitress fails to object, they have both.

J turns his attention back to Germant and sat back into his seat. "You're new, right? So you haven't heard of an LOL. They're what turn you into goodness knows what or makes you kiss the next person you see. Whatever. They could do anything to you. So, don't eat the food, drink the drink or pet the animals. Unless you know and trust where it comes from."

[walking_secret]

That's rather odd. But this place is strange by itself, so he shouldn't be too surprised. "So, don't do... anything?" Well, if anything could cause it, what's he supposed to do?

[sable_mind]

"No. Just try not to drink, eat or pet. But it's mainly the food and drink." He shrugs and watches as the drinks arrive and the waitress leaves again. "It's risky just being here, but..." He shrugs again. "It's too interesting here. Lots of different people, giant robots... You do know what aliens are right?"

[walking_secret]

Slightly woozy, St. Germant shakes his head to try and clear it, but fails.

"But you know... I don't even know if I truly even want to marry her anymore..." He mumbles, the alcohol loosening his tongue.

[sable_mind]

"Then don't marry her. I wouldn't." He shrugs, sips at his beer, then adds, "Any particular person changing your mind?"

[walking_secret]

"P-person?" St. Germant sputters at the suggestion, his mind instantly bringing forth an image of Georik. As soon it does, his entire face floods crimson. "Well, yes... But it would be inappropriate... He's her brother, after all..."

[sable_mind]

J grins and leans forward a bit. "Is he hot?"