Who | Jim Green and Will Redmayne What | Meeting up for drinks Where | Teddy's When | Friday night around 8pm Rating | Low for now Status | In progress
As he walked himself down to Teddy's Roadhouse, Will wondered why. Why was he going to Teddy's on a Friday night - when it was sure to be crowded - to meet a man he'd never met before? That was not typical Will behaviour. He'd spent the time after work and until he left disassembling the puzzle on his kitchen table and he hadn't been able to ignore the fact that it was the reason for his daring venture. He hadn't known whether to blame it or begrudgingly thank it.
Arriving outside the Roadhouse at two minutes to eight, Will used those two minutes to mentally prepare himself for whatever might meet him inside. Easier said than done when you didn't like crowded places or unnecessary touching. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind, he could agree that getting lost in puzzle making for seven hours could be considered a pretty sad thing (even though he didn't really mind). When his two minutes were up, he gathered as much courage as he could find, tapped the door handle twice and entered the building.
There was the expected fair share of twenty-somethings who'd chosen to spend their Friday night in Heritage as opposed to a larger town. There was also people around Will's age and up, plus tourists who somehow seemed to stand out from the locals even when the differences weren't really that obvious. It was probably some kind of small town syndrome, being able to tell locals from tourists just like that. Will had been advised to look for a loud Scotsman, which didn't sound too hard to find even in a place like this. He hung around the entrance for a few moments, nodding to some familiar faces before making his way further into the room. Sure enough, as he moved between tables towards the bar, his ears caught the sound of a Scottish accent - softer than the American ones he was used to, but still decidedly sturdy. Will did feel a bit like a lost puppy - and probably looked the part - as he looked around trying to locate the owner of the voice. Laying eyes on a brownhaired man by the bar, he made his way towards him even though he wasn't even sure how to strike up a conversation.
It took him a few moments before he found the resolution to actually speak up. "Um, excuse me... Jim?"