Re: At the bar
After cloak and daggeringly sending a text and pointing to the beastly bride of his pal. He'd lifted the glorious arch of his Olympian brows straight for the sight of Mr. Wolfe. Perceiving the sudden drop in his core but not in his ease, the odd sense of contentment in seeing his face there, the worming gnaw of overcoming familiarity, the braided unsolved mystery of the golden knowledge of the invisible, as only a means of coping with the loudness of his environs and the meeting of a new face; the stormy blues ebbed and swirled. The air slightly filled with a static then... so faint it probably went unnoticed.
"Roger that, Sarg." he'd said jokingly with a salute. "10-4 good buddy." Paul's arrival was greeted by the electro-pull-away of his locked eyes from Wolfe, and a slap on his BFF's shoulder. Friendly, of course! More like a swat than a tap, truly! "Deep is how I do! Beepbeep!" he made alarm noises as he leaned in by Simon, whom he had yet to introduce himself to or offer his own name up at. "Sadness detected. Access denied. Name's Vince, Mr. Emo and it'll be my pleasure encouraging you to drink until feelings no longer bother you."