061 ± [visual / location: the black friar] done with all the circlin' round

[aintnoconvict]

"All right, I'll try and make this quick:"

Glitch? Getting to the point in a reasonable amount of time? Is it possible?

"For those who don't know me: my name's Glitch, I'm that guy who's been here since forever and kinda know the most about all the...stuff that goes on here. Sorta."

No, no it is not.

"Anyway, ah...I've been studying the lighthouse and found some peculiarities with the light-beam thingy which I wanna discuss with everyone. Or most of you, if you can make it. Plus there was that whole hanging out and having drinks thing which I mentioned before all the stuff north of the river happened-- hey we can talk about that too."

Yeah he is taking notes now, all frowny and confuzzled.

"Right! Unless you've got something drastic going on, let's meet at the Black Friar after sundown for the...sunlight-avoidant. First round of drinks is on me. See you later."


ooc: Gathering of the citizens! This is a mingle log so tag in, tag each other, frolic away. I will be adding a tag of Glitch discussing his Very Scientific Observations and there will e a Q&A to follow which I hope will e full of threadjacking. And here havesome pub details. Go go go!

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[thepersianyouth]

Whether willingly or otherwise, Bagoas does not say, you already have.

When Horst moves, Bagoas extricates himself from between the men, and bows his head. There are times when being dismissed and dismissing oneself is nearly the same thing. Regardless, both hold the desired outcome in this particular context.

The eunuch slips away from the continuing conversation, as silent and unobtrusive as if he never insinuated himself to begin with.

[somelittleinfamy]

Johannes makes a noise of disgust directed at his glass of whisky and jerks his head sharply to one side to indicate what he thinks of being manhandled, drunk or no. He looks unsurprised, though, and indeed fairly impassive about the whole business.

Briefly it looks like he might double down on his protest--but no, the fact is, he's been looking for an excuse to leave for about a half hour. "Fine," he says in English. "Mister--whoever you are. I regret that we couldn't have met under better--"

But Bagoas is gone. Johannes blinks at the spot where he was a moment ago, then makes another face and gets to his feet, pulling his shoulder abruptly away from Horst again. He gives him a look intended to communicate that liquor hasn't changed his own feelings on personal space.

[trojanhorst]

Horst frowns and shakes his head -- but at least Johannes is going. Horst is gratified he doesn't have to somehow muster sufficient aplomb to be able to walk out the door with soaked trousers and a grown man drunkenly struggling over his shoulder while Horst looks effortlessly unflustered. Even his acting abilities do have limits. They should go before Johannes changes his mind.

Miserably aware that he has a job and his brother has only his starting account, Horst reaches over with his wrist extended and settles Johannes's slightly staggering tab (everything but the first drink, paid for by their host), plus a ten credit tip for their very hard-working bartender. He offers apologetic looks to Mayland Long and Glitch on his way out, but mostly keeps a watchful eye on Johannes, to make sure he stays steered toward the door if need be.

It's cold outside. Maybe that'll sober Johannes up a little, which'll be an improvement for one of them: it certainly won't help Horst's headache.