Who: Essery & Rhydian Oakby What: Drinking! Where: The Gunmakers, 13 Eyre Street Hill, London When: Backdated to Thursday night Rating/Warnings: TBA
Rhydian was on his third pint; he came here for the food (usually around four-thirty in the afternoon, as soon as he could semi-respectably duck out of the office), but had always liked the atmosphere well enough to stick around. It was quieter than his usual sort of place, and so well-suited for inviting out people who had progressed beyond deafening noise levels, cheap beer, raucous crowds and sticky floors. ... Not that he thought of Essery in those terms, of course. But seeing as she had just been appointed a sort of schoolmarm - it seemed only right to give her a hard time for it, for a little while. He couldn't imagine having a job that never slept. He was really pretty bloody proud of her, and he was saving her a seat, so as far as he was concerned he was allowed a little ribbing.
He pulled his feet off of the adjacent bar stool when she arrived, letting it clatter back onto all fours, and raised his glass by way of greeting. "Started without you," he said, with a brazen lack of sheepishness.