Some people have magic swords, some people have superpowers, some people have Spidey-Sense.
And some people can find any bar within a one-mile radius.
Jeremy wanders in shivering a little; even with his new clothes he's still slightly underdressed for Taxon's current weather. But inside is out of the wind, and out of the snow, and best of all there's the promise of booze in those bottles on the wall. Fantastic.
He brightens visibly and unwrenches his hands from his hoodie's pockets as he makes his way to the bar and takes a seat, raising a hand automatically to catch the blond woman's eye.
He remembers a little late that she's probably one of the... other people, the crowd, so maybe he didn't need to do that and maybe the automatic 'heyyyyy baby' smile on his face is totally pointless--
--except no, she's got one of the funky watches, so hey! His smile brightens from automatic dude-bro leer to something brighter and less skeevy.
"Oh hey! You're a person!"
Jeremy Fischer: making intelligent statements since never.
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And some people can find any bar within a one-mile radius.
Jeremy wanders in shivering a little; even with his new clothes he's still slightly underdressed for Taxon's current weather. But inside is out of the wind, and out of the snow, and best of all there's the promise of booze in those bottles on the wall. Fantastic.
He brightens visibly and unwrenches his hands from his hoodie's pockets as he makes his way to the bar and takes a seat, raising a hand automatically to catch the blond woman's eye.
He remembers a little late that she's probably one of the... other people, the crowd, so maybe he didn't need to do that and maybe the automatic 'heyyyyy baby' smile on his face is totally pointless--
--except no, she's got one of the funky watches, so hey! His smile brightens from automatic dude-bro leer to something brighter and less skeevy.
"Oh hey! You're a person!"
Jeremy Fischer: making intelligent statements since never.