((OOC: Takes place after Matt and Franziska meet.)) Matt could use one Hell of a drink right now. He was in dire need of something hard that would get him fucked up.
He knocked upon the bar and signaled for a bottle on the shelf. The bartender turned, grabbed the brown bottle, and whipped the coat of dust off of it.
Matt impatiently went and grabbed the whole bottle from the man, who protested and sneered. He dropped something resembling cash (although probably far from it) onto the bar and walked away to drink in the shadows of the room.
Settled, he saw someone sitting alone at their chair. Matt thought about making a fake-call to an imaginary person to see if it would be wise to approach said stranger and harass them a little.
"Why not. Tonight's going to smoothly, after all.."
The door opened and one rather ragged looking person stepped inside. Norio thought he might recognize the man from somewhere, but he couldn't quite pin point it at the moment, and dropping it, he turned his attention back to his drink, stirring it absentmindedly.
He hated to admit it, but he missed Takeo.
Damn that smug son of a...
He blinked, as something registered in the back of his mind. There had been something about the newcomer. He had looked... More real than most of the other customers, more there. That was odd enough. Well, not that it was any concern of his, but still.
Oh great. The guy started talking with him. Norio shrugged, giving the stranger a crocked grin. "What, no 'you come here often'?" He paused, then raised his hand in a short toast. "Guess not."
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Matt could use one Hell of a drink right now. He was in dire need of something hard that would get him fucked up.
He knocked upon the bar and signaled for a bottle on the shelf. The bartender turned, grabbed the brown bottle, and whipped the coat of dust off of it.
Matt impatiently went and grabbed the whole bottle from the man, who protested and sneered. He dropped something resembling cash (although probably far from it) onto the bar and walked away to drink in the shadows of the room.
Settled, he saw someone sitting alone at their chair. Matt thought about making a fake-call to an imaginary person to see if it would be wise to approach said stranger and harass them a little.
"Why not. Tonight's going to smoothly, after all.."
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He hated to admit it, but he missed Takeo.
Damn that smug son of a...
He blinked, as something registered in the back of his mind. There had been something about the newcomer. He had looked... More real than most of the other customers, more there. That was odd enough. Well, not that it was any concern of his, but still.
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He was used to mostly drinking alone, but... well...
Approaching the table where the young man sat, and spoke, "You look familiar somehow. Have we met?"
Perhaps it was that online journal of his.. probably recognized the young man as just one of those annoying idiots.
((ooc again: yes I made a typo in my first comment DAMMIT XDD;;))
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