Who: Tristan & Open When: Thursday afternoon Where: The bar What: Noon drinking
Tris lounged at one of the tables, nursing a drink as he watched the traders relax after a long trip, some done with the market, others taking a break before going back for more trading. Tuesdays and Thursdays tended to be good fun in Carter... well some. Others were slim pickings. But that particular Thursday Tristan found it quite entertaining. Watching the series of conversations going on around him, he caught the eye of a few people and shot them a charming smile. Granted, traders tended to have the stink of the road on them... but he did have water than ran... most times. Shower, shave, casual screw, why not?
The question was, who? Of course before he could actually make up his mind, he was joined at his table. "To what do I owe this visit?" He asked with a smile at his table guest. Oslo, at the teleporter's feet, wagged his tail as he sat up curiously.