@alamortz ft. Meredith at a bar
Matevos brushed the dog hairs from his pants and then joined Meredith at the bar. It wasn’t strange to be anywhere near other members of the Moreno gang, or even associates, and the doctor certainly wasn’t a stranger. Matevos’ job could get dangerous, it could get violent. He threw his winter coat over the barstool and sat down on it. He ordered himself a coffee - despite there being clear alcoholic options. Caffeine would be enough for him. “What are you drinking?” he asked the other, smiling kindly.
He wasn’t one to judge someone’s addictions. He also wasn’t someone who judged others, certainly not those who were with Moreno, enemies, yes, those he’d study and observe, but he’d never let on, after all, he was smiling brightly. Anyone might think there really was nothing going on behind those eyes of his.