Jarod had been quite unsure about what to wear to the meeting with games and drink that he was invited to. Formal dinner parties were one thing. Meetings at the bar could go anywhere from quite formal to extremely casual. He settled for black jeans and a t-shirt, covered by a shirt he could always quickly button or take off all the way if need be.
Thus attired, he went down to join whover was there already.
It was quite a crowd, although by far not as many yet as there had been at the dinner party. Two of the were angels, and he saw Skovasja and, of course, the hostess. Joe behind the bar, and the girl who cleaned and held the reception desk part of the time.
"I'll try that lime juice you mentioned, Joe," he told the bartender as a quickly waved at the others, then slid into a chair at Kirby's table. "How is everyone?"
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Date: Thursday, 27 January 2011 18:05 (UTC)Thus attired, he went down to join whover was there already.
It was quite a crowd, although by far not as many yet as there had been at the dinner party. Two of the were angels, and he saw Skovasja and, of course, the hostess. Joe behind the bar, and the girl who cleaned and held the reception desk part of the time.
"I'll try that lime juice you mentioned, Joe," he told the bartender as a quickly waved at the others, then slid into a chair at Kirby's table. "How is everyone?"