Who: Seven & Liam
What: A 'first' meeting
Where: The Bar With No Name
When: Sometime after
this conversation.
Warnings/Rating: TBD
It was a day later before Liam thought to stop by the other bar. He had never been there before, grabbing his drinks at the Mean Eyed Cat when the desire struck, but now he had a reason. He wouldn't lie, though, about the worry that was bubbling up in his stomach as he struck out in that direction, hands in his pockets, concentrating on just putting one foot in front of the other. Nerves, that's what it was, about meeting this person who had been, at least until recently, a fictional name and personality on the pages of his book.
But now it had jumped off the pages into his life and frankly, Liam didn't know quite what to do about it.
The bar was full of shadows when he stepped in, darker than it was outside, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust as he hesitated, hovering in the doorway, wondering for a moment if it was simply better to retreat, retreat, retreat.
No, he couldn't do that. Wouldn't do that. So Liam gathered up what courage he had and pressed forward towards the bar to have a seat.