Who: Rupert Knaves and Harrison Tweed. What: Interesting meeting. Where: The Walrus & The Carpenter When: Wednesday April 22nd: Evening. Rating: No more than PG:13 Interaction: Closed.
Rupert had been enjoying his time in America. He'd been working hard to stay out of trouble. Actually doing well at doing so. The last thing he actually wanted was, to get deported. That would be bad, since he was getting to know his other side of his family, and his cousin. Interesting fellow really. So back to his day this fine day. He didn't need to work this evening, at the bar. So he thought he'd take his paid cash to get something to eat. He had remembered hearing of this certain place. Which struck his intrest.
Walking through the front doors, he was instantly comfortable. Staring about the place as he was greeted by a nice young lady. He nodded when she lead him with a menu to a table for himself. Sitting down at the table he reached into his bag to pull out a small notebook. He decided since he got here, he'd write about the life of a mercenary in south africa. More like his own memories and adventures. Things he had been taught, and learned on his travels through africa. Though when he pulled his pen fromt he same bag to start writing, it didn't. For what ever reason. Giving a scowling look he shook his head and stood from the table. There had to be a pen somewhere. He walked back to the front looking for the same young lady. Though, could find her. Must be seating someone else. Though he looked at the giant wooden book. Menus placed, and then a few pens at access. Perfect. No one would know, or miss it. So he quickly swiped a pen. Then traveled back to his seat. Setting the pen down and opened his menu. Order first, then can write some.