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Irving Worthington Bradley IV (playwright_irv) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-24 18:45:00

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!2003:08, !incomplete, irving bradley, merton graves

Who: Merton Graves & Irving Bradley
When: Friday Night
Where: The Royal Oak Pub
What: A beer or seven
Rating: R (for language?)
Open/Closed: Closed / Incomplete

Bradley arrived a little before nine, the pub was full of the regulars and about six new faces. So there was plenty of room for two blokes to sit in peace and have a beer. Three of the new faces were ladies all dressed up and giggly. Which he didn’t mind at all. Giving them his best rakish smile he headed to the bar. Ordering a dark brew he found an open table next to the front windows. He’d heard some hullabaloo about this gent being famous or some such, but he had no idea where he was supposed to know him from. Didn’t matter to Bradley if the guy was famous or dirt poor, he understood the truth of dress robes.

So he sat, well lounged would have been a better term, at the table watching the muggle passersby. It was a pleasant sort of evening, the ladies had put some up beat music on the juke box and were dancing together. Indeed he was quite pleased he’d decided to come out tonight.

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whereismerton
2010-09-25 10:44 pm UTC (link)

Merton was not actually sure WHO he was meeting, but that rarely bothered him, since Merton was friendly to everyone. (To his occasional detriment, and Gideon's sometimes-frustration when Merton failed to identify crazy fans before he invited them back to visit.) But he figured he'd find the bloke once he got there. He was a few minutes late, but that was more or less normal for Merton, who ran on his own timeclock. . . and sense of direction, usually. When on tour, Not-Leigh was usually the designated Merton-handler, these days, who wrangled him to the places he was supposed to be, when he was supposed to be there. Left to his own devices, he'd wind up in completely the wrong city, half of the time.

So really, showing up just a few minutes late, and in the right place was doing pretty well for Merton. He made his way into the bar, throwing the girls a quick, wide smile and then looking around. Finding someone in a new place when you didn't know what they looked like could be a challenge, but Merton knew it was a guy, and that ruled out all the girls, and then most of the other blokes weren't looking up at people as they walked in. So that narrowed it down again to Bradley.

He walked over. "Hi?" he greeted, still not a hundred percent sure he ad the right guy. "I think I'm meant to be meeting you? I'm Merton!"

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