Thread: A quiet afternoon to talk WHO: Thierry Gravois and James Weatherby WHEN: A little bit after this conversation. WHERE: The Raconteur
Thierry suggested The Raconteur to James because it felt a nice quiet place to talk. Duke's Diner had people in and out of it, and if Duke's fresh apple pie was at all appetizing to a vampire, he might have suggested meeting there. The hometown feel of the diner was something Thierry enjoyed quite a bit, even if he spent most of his work shift in the kitchen flipping burgers and pancakes. Comfort food was good for lifting spirits, but it wouldn't do much good for a vampire. Unless it was the cherry pie that Thierry sometimes thought of suggesting they mix some blood in with it to give it something of an appeal. It'd congeal well enough, wouldn't it?
He arrived at Montrose in his usual attire of hand-me-downs. Faded jeans, a plain T-shirt that probably was as old as he was and purchased at the concert of the band printed across the front when their lead singer was still alive. His shaggy hair was tucked behind his ears, and work boots made a soft noise against the floor as he noticed James already there. He gave a nod of his head, a smile, and a wave of his hand before making his way over to the table. Soft jazz music played softly and Thierry's lycanthrope hearing helped him pick up on the subtle intricacies that the casual ear missed.
"James," he said as he seated himself, "'tanks for coming, ami. You all settled? Need any'ting to drink?" The waiter arrived at their table, and Thierry ordered his own drink, which was just a glass of water for now. He could try to order a beer, and the facial hair would certainly leave a question as to his age, but he felt like he should be aware for this conversation. James had reached out to him, and drinking, even if he was a were, felt like it might take away from his attention.