damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-08-05 18:52:00 |
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The Salty Cod was a dive belonging to the specific underground subculture in Emillion that only Wil knew better than Altair. Located in the Docks district, it was the sort of place you would never find unless you already knew it was there. The lighting was dim, the beer warm and stale, the floor sticky with Faram-knew-what. Any patron who knew what was good for him would never ask. Altair stuck out like a sore thumb, of course -- he considered his patronage of places like this "slumming", but at the same time, he felt quite at home. He wasn't worried about being recognized; though everyone here knew everyone else, to point out someone else in the daylight streets of Emillion would be to implicate oneself in the same scene. It was the best sort of anonymity: by consensus. |