Cledwyn Pritchard-Jones (cledwyn) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2011-06-11 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | cledwyn pritchard-jones, jake winston |
Jake.
Once word of Aphrodite's visit to the Well had reached him, Cledwyn had been even more restless than before. It had taken him a few days to take care of everything he, as Three, needed to take care of in Arizona, but as soon as that was done he was on his way to Las Vegas, to speak to Jake Winston himself.
The last time he had been in the Well had been for that private Society evening, the night he had met Leonard and had offered him an out from the party. This time, it was much different. Open to the public, and as he walked in he looked at everyone sitting around the bar, to see where there might be friends, or foes.
Seeing none, he walked over to the bar, and nodded at the grizzling bartender, his hand on the back of one of the bar stools. "Mr Winston."
No need to introduce himself, he trusted, since that had been done last time, and people seldom forgot him. Between the shaved head and the scar on his left cheek, it was difficult not to remember him.