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taxonomites2010-11-21 08:53 pm
demonologist) wrote in taxonomites2010-11-21 08:53 pm
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[Location: Summit bar] Searching for a muse
Wesley leans against the counter, cradling a whiskey. It's not his normal drink. It's not his normal establishment of choosing. But he's bound and determined to gather material for his latest novel-in-making. He knows that the reason why it rings so hollow to him in the rereads is the lack of true experience he has in the subject matter. And so he's here, at one of the less reputable bars in town to gather intel. To immerse himself in an atmosphere that on some levels he's not altogether familiar with.
That doesn't mean that he's not trying to blend in. To act cool. Like he belongs. How much he's succeeding, however, is up to those who may encounter him.
He takes another sip and then glances over his shoulder at the other inhabitants of the bar, looking for a lead, a spark, anything which might get his creative juices flowing.
Needless to say, Willow thinks he's at the library, doing some late research. If she knew the truth...
[OOC: Backdated to before the Sock hop]
That doesn't mean that he's not trying to blend in. To act cool. Like he belongs. How much he's succeeding, however, is up to those who may encounter him.
He takes another sip and then glances over his shoulder at the other inhabitants of the bar, looking for a lead, a spark, anything which might get his creative juices flowing.
Needless to say, Willow thinks he's at the library, doing some late research. If she knew the truth...
[OOC: Backdated to before the Sock hop]
[ location: summit bar ]
"I'm sorry for your loss. Whatever it is."
Then realising that he's perhaps being a little forward considering they're strangers to each other.
"Forgive my manners. My name is Wesley Pryce. I just saw that you might need some assistance..." He gestures towards the handkerchief. "Well, anyway, it's clean. You can keep it."
He turns to go back to his seat.