Who: Charles and Loki
What: A friendly night out between bros? (lol)
Where: The Library Bar When: This eveningish
Warnings: I could not even begin to imagine - but I will keep you posted if shit pops off.
[Charles was naturally curious, he was a scientist after all. He was also naturally apprehensive about megalomaniacs, with good reason, generally the curiosity generally outweighed his apprehension. It was a bad habit, and not one he often showed progress on breaking.
It was the curiosity, and the working legs, that had him in Manhattan waiting in the hotel
library bar of some posh establishment that glittered with glass and the dull glow of bronze that flickered in light that was supposed to be dim candles, but was a bit more high tech. The dark wood surfaces shined and reflected here and there. For such a dark ambiance, the room sure was shiny. It was an odd juxtaposition that Charles felt comfortable in.
Comfortable in a large leather chair, that reminded him of one he might have at home, but even this one was too new, made to look old, but still too new. As comfortable as he may have been in the physical space, he wasn't entirely certain what the night would bring given the nature of the visit and the guest he was expecting.]