time / location : same old school bar/night club cap met medusa at, noon
status : closed to @lazarusdoe
He’s back at his favorite haunt again, this time though its exceedingly earlier in the day, and the person he was supposed to be meeting was someone he hadn’t didn’t know from Adam. But Kitty insisted they were someone that he could trust revealing a bit of his backstory to, and that everything that was going on now could potentially be put a stop to if he agreed to meet with them. And so there he was, the only occupant in the bar, except for the staff who was preparing for that night.
It’s too early for a drink, and so he’s nursing a ginger ale while lightly snacking on half a tumbler full of olives, since it was his lunch hour after all. When the door to the club opens, it’s clear as day the person walking through it was just who they were there to meet.
“So, Kitty wasn’t exaggerating about the whole...” he trails off before motioning to Lazarus’s everything, “well you, I guess. You stand out in a crowd just about as much as I do.”
Waving them over, as if there were anywhere else they’d go, he gestures to the side of the booth opposite him. “Feel free to take a seat. I promise there isn’t a squad of police officers or some sort waiting to tackle you to the ground.”
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