Elina (ilmatar) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-06-28 16:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | kara, robert |
Sunday afternoon, The Slaughtered Lamb, Robert OTA MW
A tall dark broad-shouldered man came from the elevator to the lobby. With black slightly over-grown hair, low set eyebrows and a stubbled jaw the man in a leather jacket and jeans looked quite a bit like someone you would not want to bump into in a dark alley.
He walked through the lobby and waved a hand that held his new apartment keys to the security guard on the desk. "Cheers mate," he said nodding but without a real smile. He had just been visiting the apartment he would move into during the next two days. Everything looked fine to him, but since it was a Sunday afternoon and he, for once, had nothing else to do, he decided to pop in to see if the pub right around the corner would be as good as he hoped. As an Irishman living away from home he did not mind being surrounded by that culture every now and then.
Soon enough he pushed open the door of the pub and stepped in. He paused to take a look around, and finally when there was just a flicker of a smile on one corner of his lips, he made his way to the counter.