Jon (dukeofwales) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-03-18 00:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | ciara keir, d'arthur westinghouse |
June 2, 2013
Who: D'Arthur Westinghouse and OPEN
Where: The Tavern
When: Lunchtime
What: Browsing then menu and scouting the area.
D'Art was suggested this location as a local-type bar and grill from one of his middle managers after a work meeting on time-allocation and synergy broke down into who's who from where and why. the Giants upcoming season and the Superbowl, favorite liquors, and hottest actresses/actors. Amused by the groups eventual collective shunning of the corporate shit sandwich he called a lunch. Promising more boring meeting about workforce allocation and financial reports afterwards.
The short trip was uneventful and he instructed his driver to find a suitable parking spot and take 15, he didn't expect his lunch to take all that long, but be ready all the same. Making his way into the bar was simple enough as well, removing his hat and sunglasses once comfortably inside he smiled at the hostess as she asked if he'd be waiting for the rest of his party. "No dear, it's just me today, I'll be having lunch, somewhere away from the windows if you don't mind. Thank you. " The woman responded sweetly, her flirty eyes and sweet smile beckon him to follow her to a table near the bar. She leaves a menu and asks him if she can start him off with anything. "I'll have a scotch on the rocks, something top shelf. Surprise me dear." He lifts the menu to browse the selections available, typical bar food, a few promising selections sounded good. Bangers and Mash, his memory drifts back to a summer spent in Ireland as a young man, courting a young woman, but this is neither here or there. Irish....Nachos....Well you only live once, even if it is for a long long time. He puts in his order when the waitress delivers his drink, then eyes the skin on her legs as she walks away.