quicklog: methos and solas in dc
Peru really was nice.
But for the weekend, he was doing what he normally did these days: trying out new bars on his search for some new haunts. The beer in Gotham was actually pretty good, and he found a bar that had a base level of smoke, but an otherwise clean appearance by Gotham standards. From the burly men in suits here and there, he guessed it was also mafia-affiliated. He leaned back against the bar as he sipped his drink, watching the people come and go, the notes of a jazz sax on the air.
Not as good as Joe, but it wasn't a bad place--for Gotham standards, which fit his standards pretty well. He didn't care too much about corruption. All humans were corrupted, full of good and evil. He wasn't going to make quick moral judgments.]