Who? Ernest & Charlie Where? Food court. When? After their network conversation What? Father & son reunion. Rating? TBD Open? Ask first.
Ernest knew that he was a mess, and anything he did to try to disguise that fact before he met Charlie was going to be futile. Still, he at least changed his shirt and splashed water onto his face. He didn't have time or steady enough hands to be shaving, so he'd had to go scruffy with stubble. He swirled some mouthwash, but he was sure his entire being just smelled of stale cigar smoke and whiskey.
It would have to do. At the last moment, he picked up his swiss army knife - he didn't want to show up carrying a rifle or a huge kitchen knife, but just in case this wasn't the meeting he hoped it would be, he didn't want to be unprepared.
He headed over to the food court and found himself a seat near the door so Charlie would find him easily on arrival.