Who: Lyle Bennet and Jack Landors Where: Street corner When: Night What: Drinking Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
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Lyle was a bit surprised to find out that Detective Landors was considered a bit underage to be drinking alcohol as well. The man was a couple years older than him.. but still. It was interesting. Of course, the surprise quickly wore off. White hats, such as they were, could chide a "baddie" for illegal or immoral actions, yet somehow find a way so they could do the same. But.. it would seem that Jack could use a drink, from what he had read. Hell, Lyle wanted one too! All this mess on the boards about his twin sisters (and himself, by extension). Everything being said about the alleged amnesia. How they were in fake lives. He knew what was real. He wished he could remember his father. He'd only been two when he drifted out of the picture. The young man didn't know all the details about it, just that one of the good guys played a part in it. Plus all these years growing up along the girls, there was no way any of that was fake. Might as well say that near-collision never happened.
So, the Bennet boy showed up on a street corner where the lights were dim, wearing jeans and a dark jacket, as well as a cap over his head. He had a few things in his jacket.. just in case. Holy water, some garlic spray, a little smokeball. A knife. Could never be too careful in this city. In his hand was a couple brown paper bags. They held a bottle of liquor. Vodka, specifically. And so, he stood here on the corner, waiting as he stood with his back to the wall, waiting for the other man to show up...