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,@ 2009-09-29 22:36:00 |
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Where: Brend's restaurant in London
What: Uh... dinner and stuff?
When: Now-ish
Warnings: in theory.
Rob had decided that it had been far too long since he'd had a night out with nothing planned, he'd decided also that London was the least likely place that anyone looking for him, a misplaced automobile mogul, would find him.
Of course, after playing tourist for a good portion of the afternoon and evening, he decided that it was time for dinner, bidding his collection of hangers-on good evening, smiling faintly to himself and shaking his head as he headed up the street, tugging his jacket straight and just slipping into the nearest eatery.
He couldn't tell if the wait-staff knew who he was, or if it was just a case of 'hey, you look like a guy who did a thing' In any case, he was seated in a quiet corner, which he certainly didn't mind, nor did he mind the wine list that was handed over without being asked.