Jason (dangersuntold) wrote in risingthreads, @ 2019-12-02 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !december, !nsfw |
WHO: Galen (Jason) and Medea (Nora)
WHEN: 12/2 at exactly 6pm
WHERE: Cock and Bull pub
SUMMARY: Shock, confusion, dreams being real, you know normal shit.
WARNINGS: M for Mature
Galen knew that some girl from the internet was not about to show up to a random offer for drinks, even if she was the one who suggested the pub. There was no way. Americans were weird, but that seemed far fetched even as much as the Scotsman had made the offer. He even showed up a little earlier from his time stated. He dumb mug had been attached to his profile so she did not even need to approach random others to find him. Or if she did show up, well, she could run away without him knowing. Guinness in hand, Galen had started with something simple. None of that watered down crap American called beer. The stuff at Bacchanalia had been very good, the mood strangely intoxicating in the place, but he needed to find a place he felt at him with. There were enough people in the pub to give it a base noise, but not enough to overpower conversations entirely. How much more could he ask for? Looking toward the door whenever it opened, he laughed at himself. He was a stupid git to think he would even know her if she did walk in. He'd have to give a review to her later. |