[ It's already more crowded than he's used to, but something about him keeps other patrons from knocking elbows with him at the polished bartop. It's an old place, well-kept. Timeless. Rows of vintage liquors line the mirrored shelves like jewels, diamond glasses full of pale golds and warm liquid ambers. When Amuro looks up now and again, he'll catch a glimpse of his own eyes between the bottles.
Dark and undefinable, but not unwelcoming.
While most of the people are gathered around the stage, Amuro contents himself with nursing his whiskey. Not downing it with the urgency of a man who wants to forget, and not leaving it alone enough to indicate he was doing any worthwhile thinking over it.
A drink. No more, and no less.
Luckily he doesn't exactly have to be paying any special mind to his surroundings to know what's going. And even in the crowd, despite the presence of an actual stage, she stands out. In more than just voice, and lovely words, and light playing off her dark hair. It's like she's reaching right into him and asking permission to sort out his insides, and Amuro presses a wary smile into the rim of his cup, shooting the remainder of it. ]
Now I see why people gather here.
[ A hoarse statement, thick with how the alcohol moves down his throat. Mostly said for his own benefit as he sets the glass on the bar, gives it a twist with his fingertips, and pushes it inwards, motioning for another. ]
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Dark and undefinable, but not unwelcoming.
While most of the people are gathered around the stage, Amuro contents himself with nursing his whiskey. Not downing it with the urgency of a man who wants to forget, and not leaving it alone enough to indicate he was doing any worthwhile thinking over it.
A drink. No more, and no less.
Luckily he doesn't exactly have to be paying any special mind to his surroundings to know what's going. And even in the crowd, despite the presence of an actual stage, she stands out. In more than just voice, and lovely words, and light playing off her dark hair. It's like she's reaching right into him and asking permission to sort out his insides, and Amuro presses a wary smile into the rim of his cup, shooting the remainder of it. ]
Now I see why people gather here.
[ A hoarse statement, thick with how the alcohol moves down his throat. Mostly said for his own benefit as he sets the glass on the bar, gives it a twist with his fingertips, and pushes it inwards, motioning for another. ]