InsaneJournal

Who: Black, Scarlet and John.
Where: Bryns bar.
What: Chatting about Wheel 5.
When: Backdated a few days.
Rating: TBD but probably swearing at the very least.
Open: No.
Status: Ongoing.

John had made arrangements to meet with both Scarlet and her husband, Blank that evening. They had agreed to meet at Bryn's bar for the time being. It was ground he knew, which in his eyes gave him something of an advantage. On top of that, he was as prepared as he could be. And John prepared was a dangerous thing. He knew he'd be walking into a chat with them outnumbered but when did that ever shy John away from anything potentially dangerous? They would have a nice chat, figure things out and then once John had learned more about them, decide if it was worth taking them both along.

The Liverpudlian mage walked into Bryn's bar, dressed the same way he always dressed. He wore a white button up shirt that he had tucked into his trousers neatly. Around his collar hung a loosely done up dark red tie that spoke to his lack of care about his appearance. His hair was combed forward but slightly messy, and his face, untouched by a razor in at least a few days. Simple black trousers with black boots near enough finished his somewhat trademark look, but the one thing that tied it all together was the trench coat. He had worn it for years and tended to wear it nearly everywhere he could. It was one of the few things that he owned that tied him to home.

Moving around the other side of the bar, he grabbed one of the bottles and a couple of glasses before setting them on the bartop. From his pocket, he pulled out a lighter and a packet of cigarettes, drawing one from the pack and lighting it before setting both objects on the table, cigarette held between two fingers.