Who: Edwin Jarvis, Tom Ripley Where: Ravenmoore, a piano lounge When: Friday, August 18, late afternoon What: Edwin meets Tom! Rating: Pretty safe, I imagine Status: Closed / Ongoing
Caroline Forbes had been calling upon Edwin to assist her with her event planning business more often, and he was more than happy to oblige. His job at the floral shop, while consistent, was also fairly predictable. He rather liked going out to scout for locations - it got him out and around, and there was always something new. It was a far stretch from fighting Leviathan with Miss Carter, but he promised himself he'd hold back from the adventuring for Ana's sake. At least for a while. It was the only thing that kept him from begging Mr Holmes to let him accompany the detective on cases, though it was always on his mind. No, after Ana's near-fatal accident, he was going to focus on her, and their new life in Preya.
The lounge he entered was pretty standard for downtown Ravenmoore, but there was a checklist he had to go through, which the client wanted for her event, one of which being a piano in the bar. "Check!" he said, ticking off that line. The lounge was not open for another hour, but he was going to meet with the owner to go over the rest of his list, and as he waited, he wandered over to the bar.
"You want something something to drink?" the young bartender with the pierced nose asked.
"Actually," Edwin responded after a moment's thought, "I just might. Do you know how to mix a sidecar?"
As his back was turned, the musician for the evening must've arrived and sat at the piano, because Edwin began hearing music being played.
"A what?" the bartender asked with laughter in his voice.
Edwin was accustomed to people from this modern era not being familiar with old fashioned things from his era, including drinks. "Cognac with equal parts Cointreau and... I say, would it be too presumptuous to come back there and mix it myself?" Under Mr Stark's employment, he'd become well versed in the art of bartending, himself, and was confident in his skills. The kid behind the bar wasn't too convinced.
"Sorry, man. Can't. House rules."
"Pity. I suppose a rum and cola will suffice."
As his drink was being poured, Edwin realized something - the song being played was one he recognized, and he'd been unconsciously humming the tune. Edwin turned around and saw the young man at the bench.
"Rum and coke," the bartender said, sliding his drink toward Edwin, who then paid, and picked up his glass to wander over to the piano and the musician there.