The Chamberlain's Men: Hugh & Mason
"One of my waiters is a budding graphic designer." Mason had a dubious look on his face as he nodded to the t-shirt. "Didn't want to pay someone, and he needed to pad his portfolio. Win, win." He smirked. "Well. I got a free design, anyway."
One of the bartenders actually delivered Mason's drink along with one for Hugh. Mason waited for the man to leave and to take an initial drink before saying anything. "Hugh, then." He nodded. "So long as we're clear. Otherwise, I'd have egg on my face for a long time and I am a master at holding a grudge."
Mason was definitely familiar with dodging attention. He wasn't surprised. Repose seemed to the type of place that harbored refugees and the like. "Never be anyone other than yourself," he said. "Even...or perhaps especially...if what you are now evolved from something others might consider shameful." He was so familiar with that!
"You do," he answered with a smug looking smile. "One of the best here."