Alexander Moore (the_desirous) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-18 23:17:00 |
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Current mood: | cheerful |
Entry tags: | alexander moore, mordred |
Who: Alex and Mordred
Where: A bar
When: Saturday night
Rating: Probably R.
It's been a slow evening, and after a quiet discussion with Lily behind the bar Alex takes off his half-apron. "Weird for a Saturday," he says.
"Beats me. Weather maybe."
"You'd think it would be the other way round. Oh, well." He rubs the back of his neck. "Jesus, it's only midnight."
"You gonna take a night on the town?" Lily says, starting to grin.
"Might."
"I'll hold down things here, no problem. I got no problem taking your tips."
"All right, I'll go get my red paint. Thanks."
"I'll get a favour off you later."
"Sure." Alex gets his backpack from the breakroom and slips out of the bar. It's a surprisingly clear night, even in a city as fiercely lit and dirty-aired as New York. A slight breeze is making the heat more bearable, blows a newspaper against Alex's ankles, as he heads on down the street. He's got his own favourite bar further on, closer to the heart of the city, and he stops in there for a tonic and lemon, resting easily with his elbows on the counter. People treat him friendly here, seeing as he's something of a regular. With his skinny back to the door, and his dark head bent as he drinks from his glass, he looks like any other patron in the world.