Rob Fellows (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} not_w_loman) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2009-08-23 21:32:00 |
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Where: Moroccan restaurant in New York
When: Saturday night
Warnings: Possible. Will update if necessary
Rob still wasn't entirely used to Portkey travel, but he figured it was nothing that a good dinner and some equally good liquor and some company couldn't fix. He was glad to find that the place was right about where he remembered it, and seemed to be run by the same family, he waited in the lobby, keeping an eye on the sidewalk outside.
He wasn't dressed up, at least not so far as he was concerned, but he was dressed well at the very least, black slacks, a green silk shirt and a vest to round it all out. Even when he knew exactly where he was, he still exuded lost puppy vibes.