Simon Templar (The Saint) (saintlysimon) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-29 01:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | roger conway, simon templar |
Who: Simon Templar, Roger Conway, it's a public place so it's OTA
Where: A park
When: Afternoon
This whole silence mess had at least had the positive effect of cutting down on the amount of inane chatter the general populace was wont to spout, but at the same time it was cutting down on the amount of inane chatter the Saint was wont to spout, and he was not at all certain this was a fair trade - particularly since, as remarkably clever as his method of stick-figure communication was, without proper words he was completely unable to record the poem that was forming in his head at the moment.
While the Saint had been off on his own, he'd trusted his favourite (not to say only, at least here in Los Angeles, because he would have been the favourite regardless) lieutenant with work of his own, with which he ought to be just about finished - which was why he was sitting on a bench in the park, where they'd agreed to meet at the conclusion of the job.
Simon was attempting to illustrate the concept of a bucket of martini on the back of someone else's business card, in preparation for a post-park excursion to a bar. He knew his Roger, and he knew the bar would be a necessary next step.