04-27-2023, 08:54 PM
Xander grumped though only inside his head. He gave the aide a knowing nod. Why the fuck couldn't this end now! Stupid fucking mouth.
But he took the information and would adhere to the meeting. That was something he'd rather not have hanging over his head and who the hell was he going to tell about what happened? Kristian knew no one other than himself. And Xander's only contacts knew him by other names. So who the fuck would he tell? If only they knew.
Xander walked slowly out to the bar with the fresh bottle of whiskey still in his hand, the glass was emptied several times over and if he knew any less he'd say he'd probably had a bit too much to drink if he were driving home. But he wasn't. And he wasn't fall down drunk yet. Though he should be. He should lose the time and place and be heady for a good long while. He'd just witnessed a murder after all.
Xander sat down at the bar next to a man who looked familiar but it was the images of boxing gloves that floated through his aura that gave him any idea of what the man did for a living. And probably why he looked familiar. He leaned against the bar a seat away from the boxer with a guffaw. "So that fucking happened."
He climbed into the seat next to him and set the bottle down between them. "I should probably share this." Xander was about to blurt out 'You don't want anything unopened from the bar this night. No telling who else spiked the drinks in an unfavorable way.' but he only thought it and smiled at his new bar mate. "Kristian Osterhagen, Antiquities. Drink with me."
But he took the information and would adhere to the meeting. That was something he'd rather not have hanging over his head and who the hell was he going to tell about what happened? Kristian knew no one other than himself. And Xander's only contacts knew him by other names. So who the fuck would he tell? If only they knew.
Xander walked slowly out to the bar with the fresh bottle of whiskey still in his hand, the glass was emptied several times over and if he knew any less he'd say he'd probably had a bit too much to drink if he were driving home. But he wasn't. And he wasn't fall down drunk yet. Though he should be. He should lose the time and place and be heady for a good long while. He'd just witnessed a murder after all.
Xander sat down at the bar next to a man who looked familiar but it was the images of boxing gloves that floated through his aura that gave him any idea of what the man did for a living. And probably why he looked familiar. He leaned against the bar a seat away from the boxer with a guffaw. "So that fucking happened."
He climbed into the seat next to him and set the bottle down between them. "I should probably share this." Xander was about to blurt out 'You don't want anything unopened from the bar this night. No telling who else spiked the drinks in an unfavorable way.' but he only thought it and smiled at his new bar mate. "Kristian Osterhagen, Antiquities. Drink with me."