Re: Tuesday - 9:15 PM
He'd taken a seat on the tile, stacking each of the bars as they were made. He'd made a point of not testing them as they were done, not wanting to mess with Joanie's confidence. He'd already gone through a cup and half of coffee, making him feel marginally better - it was a magical substance, in his opinion.
Taking the second one, he pushed himself to his feet. He looked down at it for a moment before shifting his grip on it, holding it as if it were a sword. Not that he'd ever felt one, but a bit of him, the part that remained Javert, knew the basics. He swung his bar out to hit hers, smirking. "On guard."