He was starting to like the Silver Bullet for his off days. When he didn’t want to travel all the way to the Bayou to get hammered. Then again he was getting less and less hammered. Especially after that incident with almost dying. Harpies. He has scars on his shoulder from the claw marks but he’s not dead and that’s what’s important.
“Can I have another old fashioned?” There this evening for a casual drink while he toned down from the most recent mission. And to try and lose his tail since his team leader was more interested in keeping an eye on him as of late. His gaze directed towards Svetlana, they were .... friends. Loosely termed friends. “I promise I wont get completely sloshed today.” Though a solid third of his paycheck went to eating or drinking, mostly alcohol.
Sensitive ears picked up the solid hit of a heel, probably boots but as his head tilted, nice ones. The sound of the door opening drew his attention towards the door and his hand froze from the half lifted spot from the bar top to his lips.
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