"I can provide whiskey and water," Jason answers. He moves to one of the cabinets in the corner of the room which turns out to be a minibar of sorts.
Whiskey, check; one of those half-sized water bottles, check as well. He pours a glass half full of the whiskey and carries glass, bottle, and water all over to Glitch; his visitor can adjust proportions further as he desires. Jason is not much of a bartender.
"I'm sure I don't know the polite response, other than to request your beverage of choice, which you did."
The parlour has very little in the way of personal details about its inhabitant. Of course, Jason hasn't lived here very long either. There's inoffensive wall art, slightly abstract landscapes in pastel hues; a record player with no records visible nearby.
The cards are still in his pocket from earlier. Jason fishes them out. He is personally quite tired of tarot after the day's readings-- Arya's had been an exhausting struggle that left him dreading the demon's next spate of freedom, Raziel's had left him bitter and migrained-- but none of this shows on his face.
The man had asked for a reading, had even asked if it were a convenient time, and Jason had said yes. So be it.
"Do you know anything of tarot," he asks, a little mechanically, as he settles into the chair opposite Glitch's. It's variant to the same questions he's been asking all day.
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Whiskey, check; one of those half-sized water bottles, check as well. He pours a glass half full of the whiskey and carries glass, bottle, and water all over to Glitch; his visitor can adjust proportions further as he desires. Jason is not much of a bartender.
"I'm sure I don't know the polite response, other than to request your beverage of choice, which you did."
The parlour has very little in the way of personal details about its inhabitant. Of course, Jason hasn't lived here very long either. There's inoffensive wall art, slightly abstract landscapes in pastel hues; a record player with no records visible nearby.
The cards are still in his pocket from earlier. Jason fishes them out. He is personally quite tired of tarot after the day's readings-- Arya's had been an exhausting struggle that left him dreading the demon's next spate of freedom, Raziel's had left him bitter and migrained-- but none of this shows on his face.
The man had asked for a reading, had even asked if it were a convenient time, and Jason had said yes. So be it.
"Do you know anything of tarot," he asks, a little mechanically, as he settles into the chair opposite Glitch's. It's variant to the same questions he's been asking all day.