06-07-2016, 02:23 PM
Dane wiped the sweat from his forehead as he peered at the sign outside. He was thirsty, and his stomach grumbled with hunger. The pubs here had horrible food. It was one aspect of Moscow he missed, the chance to act like a gentleman. Never the less, bars served liquor, and he knew exactly what he was going to order.
He walked into blessed air conditioning after Nox and Ricky left, but Dane was not aware they had ever been there. He slipped into a seat at the bar after a brief inspection that nothing would dirty the pale linen pants he wore if he sat.
A slim smile greeted the bartender, a sad looking fellow that would be a better decoration in a cemetery than anywhere else, and ordered a margarita.
((I'll do my best to keep up with you guys but don't wait on me to take a turn to post if you don't have to.))
Edited by Dane Gregory, Jun 8 2016, 10:03 AM.
He walked into blessed air conditioning after Nox and Ricky left, but Dane was not aware they had ever been there. He slipped into a seat at the bar after a brief inspection that nothing would dirty the pale linen pants he wore if he sat.
A slim smile greeted the bartender, a sad looking fellow that would be a better decoration in a cemetery than anywhere else, and ordered a margarita.
((I'll do my best to keep up with you guys but don't wait on me to take a turn to post if you don't have to.))
Edited by Dane Gregory, Jun 8 2016, 10:03 AM.