Who: Edwin and Joe What: Proper introduction Where: The Billiards room
Joe was not a man who was particularly smart, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that he did not make a good impression yesterday. If he didn’t work to get these people on his side then he was going to be in for a miserable experience, especially since he didn’t know how long he’d have to deal with them before he could get the information he’d need to escape. They weren't a lost cause yet though, he could make this work for him. He knew what he had to do, divide the people and control the information. He would have a better chance of gaining the upper hand through allies, and it was clear to him that there were some who were more sympathetic than others. He didn't necessarily want to be caught alone in a room with the eye-liner guy, but he was the best to start with-- he hadn't outright lost his mind at him, and the others seemed to listen to him. He'd spent a portion of his solitary time composing his story.
Joe didn’t particularly seek out the billiards room, though it was definitely the first room in the overly decked out prison that called to him, but it also seemed the point furthest away from the damned music, which made it the quietest. He had taken some time to explore the room, waiting for his guest to join him. He’d discovered the room later in the evening the night before, when he felt that it was a bit more safe for him to be wondering around the lower floors of the house, but he’d known then not to overstay his welcome in any one room in case one of the angrier people had come down and saw him.
The bar was nice though, and well stocked by the looks of it. He’d taken the time to pour himself a Scotch on the rocks as he took in the room. He could still here the annoying childs song, but it was easier to push it out of his head here than it was in his room.
When the door finally opened, Joe nodded his head in way of greeting and flashed the man a small smile. “Want a drink?” Joe asked, holding up the scotch bottle, before turning to procure another cup in case. “Edwin… right?” He was fairly certain that was his name, but it had been a lot at the time, between people shouting and making introductions. “Thanks for comin’”.