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alaric bishop lackmire ([info]lackmire) wrote in [info]inshadowfalls,
@ 2010-08-14 01:07:00
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andrew and eli
Who: Andrew Lackmire and Eli Simmons
What: Catching up, having drinks
When: Friday evening, August 13th
Where: The Black Lion Pub
Raiting: Low



It had been a long time since Andrew had last seen Eli. Too long, really. Even before Andrew had left Shadow Falls to do some business, travel to New York, Boston, and Los Angeles to meet up with those he had in charge at all of his publication locations he hadn't seen Eli in ages. Once he got home, he definitely made it a point to make time to see the other man. He'd seen Angel and caught up with him, so naturally his next call was Eli.

He was sitting at the bar, waiting patiently, as he sipped at his scotch on the rocks. He was in a mellow mood, but that was Andrew. He hardly ever got really riled up. He was often very... Calm. Placid. Some people found it tedious or annoying, but Andrew didn't really seem to care. He had on a nicely tailored suit he'd gotten from Matthew. It was a charcoal gray color with very faint white pinstripes, and the shirt he wore beneath the jacket was also white. He drummed his long fingers against the bartop as he waited, his green eyes drifting around the place. To most, he probably looked terribly bored, but really he was just people watching.


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