damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-08-18 22:00:00 |
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Naturally, a 24-hour tavern was their favourite. The perils of the job didn't follow a regular clockwork schedule, so it wasn't unheard-of for Miles Baines to slink into the Tipsy Sheep at 3am with a black eye, folding himself into one of the booths and dropping stained bills on the table. It was one of the few places that tended to its customers all night, and it was mediocre enough not to merit a second or third glance: no one paid much attention to the rest of the clientele, which was enough for him to saunter in looking nondescript and generic. There was nothing to make him stand out at the moment: the mime was dressed like a commoner, plainclothes, no ornamentation, no accessories, simply slightly worn clothing as he entered the tavern. |