Who: Gordon Malloy and Malcolm Reynolds What: Just a random meeting, nothing to see here When: Monday night Where: White Wyrm Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/Match-up/On-going
Gordon was a predictable man -- if he wasn't working, he was probably either at home or at a bar. He more than occasionally thought he should probably change that, but it worked for him. He wasn't hiding, and he wasn't drinking to forget -- though he'd done his fair share of that upon arrival, and again a few months ago after the ghost thing had resulted in Orrin being around for those few days.
Tonight was no different, save for the fact that Gordon had wound up playing a game of "surprise me" with one of the bartenders and he was pretty sure Andy was going to make him regret that life choice. He was okay with that, though, it made life interesting. The good kind of interesting, not the Madison Valley kind of interesting.
Because oh yeah, there was absolutely a difference in those two things.
He accepted his drink from the other man with a slight smile and a nod in greeting, turning his attention to the bar as a whole and nursing his drink while watching people. A vaguely familiar face here and there, nobody he really knew. He was okay with that, too, though. He hadn't been there long enough to know a whole ton of people. Though admittedly long enough that he really should start knowing more.