[Club / possible lurking--your choice]
[Klaus is settling down in what was fast becoming his usual seat, when he spotted a familiar face. At least, it looked familiar, maybe too familiar.
He held himself in check, remembering Lyle's words of caution to him: that he had a twin who wouldn't necessarily be thrilled to meet him. He wasn't sure this wasn't Lyle, but he'd let the other man come over to him if he wanted to talk.
In the meantime, he'd just try to observe him however casually he could while nursing a pint of beer.]