Re: By the Bar
Silver didn't like all the threatening that had been going on any more than the rest of Wren's friends. He would have been all that good at his former job if he'd been prone to flying off the handle at strangers on the journals, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to stop by and take a look at the place--regardless of the fact that, thanks to Tony, he was pretty much walking raw hamburger. He hadn't even been able to wear his shoulder holster under a relatively casual ensemble, and he couldn't hide more than a knife at his waist and ankle, and in the end he didn't try bringing anything. It ended up being a wise decision, as the security would have caught him at the front door. As it was, he got through with only a few stabbing pains as he was asked to raise his arms and the security guard brushed over his shoulders and waist.
He walked a circuit of the roof, holding a drink more for show than for taste, when he spotted a familiar face. Glancing down at the drink (which Tony noted with interest) he smiled at Felicia. "Having a good time?" He put forth the extra effort to stand up straight and hoped he looked more healthy than he felt. (Take it up with the Bughat, Silver, I was just-- ...Shut up, Tony.)