(starter for xanthippe-tarragon)
Syr stared over at the man sliding over to join him. It seemed he had been left here by his mates, which was less than shocking given their nature for ditching him frequently. He sipped slowly at his beer, calculating how to deal with a demon hitting on him. āI was here with company but it seems I have been left to the drunksā¦.. speaking of perhaps it is time you cut yourself off before you make a mess of yourself and your surroundings.ā
"And why should I listen to ya? I am still quite clearheaded enough,Ā and this place is so dull, the only thing interesting is the drink.." He frowns and looks down at his glass before back at the other. Well, it was the only thing interesting until he had spotted the other across the room and couldnāt help but come and introduce himself. Which he hadnāt even done yet.
With a relaxed salute, the demon grins, āAlec Hawthorne, at ya service? And may I get a name as well, or are my efforts gone to waste?ā
Syr raised an eyebrow, continuing to keep his mouth busy with his beer. His snark was a good parry to Nobu'sā¦ presence but it was hardly a way to make polite small talk. Best to keep it contained, he thought.Ā
He shook his head, chuckling. "My you are rather forward I see. I am Syrreth Silvanosheiā¦. though Syr often does well enough for me." He finished his beer, flagging down a waitress to get another. "I agree this place is dull, but I was not the one to pick it. My previous company, if I remember correctly, told me this was 'the place to get cheap beer and cheap women.' I came for the beer."
