What: Meeting in person Where: The Wild Pony When: Evening Warnings: Possible Status: Closed
Tony really didn't know what to think of this place. it was Roswell, and it lived up to the aliens-landed-here hype he'd associated with the city his entire life. But why was he here? How did he get here? And why couldn't he leave? It didnt' make sense, but he wasn't rotting in a prison cell, so he supposed he couldn't complain too much. Even if it was all just a big weird hallucination he was making up to cope with his real life situation.
He spent a good deal of his time at The Wild Pony. He might not be a local, but he found the atmosphere to be better there than any of the other bars he'd checked out. He had a seat that practically had his name on it, but when he arrived someone was sitting there. No matter, he slid into the next seat.
"Good place to drown out the background noise, huh?" he said, a means to start a conversation. It was a better opener than the weather or some local sprots team he didn't give a shit about because it wasn't the Cubs. If he'd realised the guy was someone he'd talked to on the network, he might have opened with a different statement, but he had no way of knowing that right away.