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ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴄʀᴀᴡʟᴇʀ! (bamfery) wrote in silverage,

The beer choices were actually not too stellar, but he recognised a few names and ultimately just went with a Heinekin. Oh yes, good ol' Heine! Kurt really didn't drink that much, however. He really shouldn't drink. Or smoke or...sit across from pretty girls in bars and have impure thoughts about them. He really should be in Mass, like what good Catholics do. Perhaps finding a church would be third on his To Do List.

Or not.

"Well, I'm not with a circus anymore," he explained. "I left when I came to the States. I've been in New York for a bit just not the city during this...time period. So right now I'm here because I somehow ended up here but I am looking for my mother."

And speaking of data, he needed to process some about her too. What do women like to talk about? Kurt would assume things like shoes, their goals, and their hopes and dreams. "You're here alone too?" he asked, the 'too' sort of meaning that, yes, he was basically fending for himself here.