Evening, open.
After screwed up dreams, and Phaedra being taken off the job, Lindsey was in need of a damn drink. He didn't know how long it would take for Phaedra's replacement to get to town, but he wasn't going to sit around and wait to die. Given the choice, he'd be getting the hell outta Dodge already. But he couldn't leave Phaedra, even if he wanted to. Saerian would kill him if he left town, this assassin would kill him if he didn't. It was all kinds of fun, being him right now.
So here he was in the bar, again, nursing a beer and trying not to brood.