mikael nielsen † lucifer morningstar (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} incurring) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
Mr. Broody, as it were, turned towards the commotion. An eyebrow elevated and he took in the scene with a shadow of amusement. In the dim lights of the club, it appeared illuminated, more menacing somehow.
As she took her seat, Mikael tipped his glass in her direction — respect, of sorts. "There are many things to be said for this place, but none so worthwhile as their bourbon." His eyes darted to the man who was both dazed and too embarrassed to open his mouth again in the distance.
A wise decision.
He found her interesting upon first word. A wildcat posing as a house cat. Mikael rarely interacted with the boards, but he was hardly unobservant. Everyone had their little secrets; they all ran around behind bright screens, pretending to be something that they weren't.
Even if they didn't quite realize it. "Put them on my tab, would you?" He told the bartender. "For the trouble." Mikael finished, casting a glance to where the altercation took place.