WHO: Lindsey Kane and Lilith Casey WHAT: A pair of online rivals have a chance meeting at a bar WHEN: 'Wasted' Wednesday, late evening WHERE: A trendy-yet-upscale lounge in District 0 STATUS: Complete. Note this log takes place between this and this.
This evening wasn't quite working out as Lindsey had hoped. A fight with his wife had started things out on the wrong note, then a less than desirable venue failed to lift his spirits. He'd allowed some of his younger contemporaries to select the spot for Wednesday drinks, and they'd chosen a new hotspot where there was more space allocated for the dance floor than the lounge proper. Not his ideal scene.
Still, he resolved to make the most of it as he surveyed the room with a grim resolution from his vantage point by the bar. After a general assessment his attentions narrowed on a brunette by the bar; one that was familiar. He recognized her as some sort of associate of Brad's, which would ease the introduction nicely. He knocked back the last gulp of his manhattan, did a compulsory check to ensure his wedding band was tucked into his pocket, and slid himself through the crowd to approach his prey, who seemed wholly involved with her iHolo.
"Pardon me," he interjected formally, donning an expression of sufficient gravity. "I hope you don't mind, but I have to note that you're probably too old for games, and too young to be trading stocks, which means that there's a very high likelihood that what you're doing right now is drunk texting. Now, I'm not exactly the white knight type, but I feel honour-bound to rescue you from that particular peril."