Côme - Komos - Comus (comus_hither) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-04-24 16:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | amaya bertineau, komos |
If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade...
Komos had kind of forgotten about her for a couple of days, but then he'd spotted her again, on the edges of his club. She'd disappeared behind a hidden door he hadn't even known about (seriously, he loved this place) and he'd let her go. And when he woke up the next day - okay, the next evening, but he had managed to stave off sleep until noon - he'd made sure to treat his hangover with a couple of Bloody Marys, and then resolved to go look for her.
He was dressed in one of his usual jeans, shirt and vest combos, looking almost decent for now, for all that his hair was as untamable as usual. Meeting a friend of Hephaestus's meant making an effort, although he would not go as far as to wear a tie. That was reserved for business meetings, when he was forced to attend them (running a club was, sadly, not just about partying).
He was bouncing on his heels as he knocked a lively, catchy rhythm on the door to her suite.