As if Rin couldn’t guess. As if there weren’t a likely culprit causing the startled shout from the bar, never mind that Rin, glancing over, can see no sight of Sen. Not the first, or third, or fourth time they dart a look.
Well. If Sen is going to play hide-and-peek-and-hide-again, Rin will simply have to find the man. Which isn’t so difficult, now that the stranger’s fallen silent. Now that nothing stands between Rin and the man who still - still! - owes them a message.
Approaching the bar - at last - they offer a sideways nod and a smile to Andi, identifying the recently startled patron as a semi-regular, an RN with a talent with the double bass and tastes tending toward the tall and soft-spoken.
Still no sight of Sen. But he’s close. Must be close, and there’s an anticipatory grin crooking Rin’s lip. ]
Afternoon Kaleo. Andi.
[ One hand settles light at the edge of the bar, hand rocking slightly one way, then the other. For the moment, they divide their sight between Kaleo and Andi, though they’re listening for signs of someone else. ]
Have either of you spotted any pernicious, devil-may-fuck bar trolls lurking about?
[ Andi’s exasperated hint of a grin and Kaleo’s glance barward only verify Rin’s supposition, and they make a show of rolling their eyes, shaking their had. As if to suggest, ’Oh, the trials we endure.’ ]
It’s the warm weather; brings them out of the woodwork.
[ Then, tapping the bar gently beside Kaleo’s arm, Rin lifts an arch eyebrow and flicks a glance at Andi. ]
Consider that drink on the house. For psychic wounds sustained from sensationalizing vagabonds.
[ And, leaning over the bar, lifting onto their toes with both hands flat against the counter— ]
Senan.
I beg your pardon, is there a Senan Wilkes available?
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As if Rin couldn’t guess. As if there weren’t a likely culprit causing the startled shout from the bar, never mind that Rin, glancing over, can see no sight of Sen. Not the first, or third, or fourth time they dart a look.
Well. If Sen is going to play hide-and-peek-and-hide-again, Rin will simply have to find the man. Which isn’t so difficult, now that the stranger’s fallen silent. Now that nothing stands between Rin and the man who still - still! - owes them a message.
Approaching the bar - at last - they offer a sideways nod and a smile to Andi, identifying the recently startled patron as a semi-regular, an RN with a talent with the double bass and tastes tending toward the tall and soft-spoken.
Still no sight of Sen. But he’s close. Must be close, and there’s an anticipatory grin crooking Rin’s lip. ]
Afternoon Kaleo. Andi.
[ One hand settles light at the edge of the bar, hand rocking slightly one way, then the other. For the moment, they divide their sight between Kaleo and Andi, though they’re listening for signs of someone else. ]
Have either of you spotted any pernicious, devil-may-fuck bar trolls lurking about?
[ Andi’s exasperated hint of a grin and Kaleo’s glance barward only verify Rin’s supposition, and they make a show of rolling their eyes, shaking their had. As if to suggest, ’Oh, the trials we endure.’ ]
It’s the warm weather; brings them out of the woodwork.
[ Then, tapping the bar gently beside Kaleo’s arm, Rin lifts an arch eyebrow and flicks a glance at Andi. ]
Consider that drink on the house. For psychic wounds sustained from sensationalizing vagabonds.
[ And, leaning over the bar, lifting onto their toes with both hands flat against the counter— ]
Senan.
I beg your pardon, is there a Senan Wilkes available?