Who: Theo, Oliver and Edwin (with a cameo by Georgie!) Where: The Bar When: Evening
Oliver still felt a little bad leaving Rae behind as he made his way to the bar, and just as bad that Edwin wasn't his only target for the evening. While he was doing his best not to drag up wounds from a week earlier, the fact that the house's tattooist now had supplies at her disposal was too good an opportunity to pass up, and the timing too right. If he'd been thinking more clearly he would have messaged her before leaving the house, but the distraction of so many new and weird things happening at once was rattling his head a little more than he liked. Thankfully, he'd thought of a back up plan, sort of.
Opening the door to the bar, he smiled a bit to himself at the ambiance. It had been a couple of years since the last time he'd stepped into a bar, and something about it always felt nostalgic despite the fact that this one was neither noisy nor rowdy. The faint, sweet scent of pipe smoke, a smell he'd forgotten he really, really liked, drew him toward the bar. He spotted Georgie first, hardly surprised that she'd end up being a regular, but his already casual smile shifted into something even more fond, and slightly predatory, when he saw Edwin behind the bar.
"Miss Georgie," he called warmly as his easy stride took him to the stool beside her. He didn't sit, but instead leaned his elbow on the bar, angling his body as he faced her and loomed over the wooden surface. He didn't care what racial bullshit this place had, manners were manners, and you always greeted a lady first. "Nice to see Mister Mercier's got some decent company this evenin'." His gaze slowly shifted to the bartender, and he nodded faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Edwin," he acknowledged, giving the man a lingering once over before his eyes focused in on the man's face. Even though he knew the play was going to be fun, it really was good to see him. "Slow night?"