[ More amusement, this time at his offer to lend something he might only ever one day have. It's a curious sort of generosity she's unused to, and the vague memory of someone else it conjures up has her take a particularly deep drag from her cigarette. Better than being miserable, at any rate.
And when they stop, at what looks to be a relatively modern-looking place, she nods in return, letting herself and then arching an arm back to hold the door for her companion. After snubbing the very last of her cigarette on the wall, of course.
The inside is black and chrome, with unlit signage that surely comes alive at night. The only thing that blinks for now is the LCD menu board, touting drink specials and boasting of hours for happy hour. She doesn't recognize the cocktails, but she's quite familiar with several of the bottles behind the counter, even if the only familiar things about them are the shapes and colors. She glances at the row of draft beers as well, but doesn't recognize any of the labels or cartoonish mascots adorning some of the handles. That settles it, then: this isn't some mock-Tokyo. ]
Anything particular you like? [ She glances to Midnight, subtle mischief on her face as she perhaps too-immediately settles in. ] I know how to make a few things. If you don't mind a heavy pour.
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And when they stop, at what looks to be a relatively modern-looking place, she nods in return, letting herself and then arching an arm back to hold the door for her companion. After snubbing the very last of her cigarette on the wall, of course.
The inside is black and chrome, with unlit signage that surely comes alive at night. The only thing that blinks for now is the LCD menu board, touting drink specials and boasting of hours for happy hour. She doesn't recognize the cocktails, but she's quite familiar with several of the bottles behind the counter, even if the only familiar things about them are the shapes and colors. She glances at the row of draft beers as well, but doesn't recognize any of the labels or cartoonish mascots adorning some of the handles. That settles it, then: this isn't some mock-Tokyo. ]
Anything particular you like? [ She glances to Midnight, subtle mischief on her face as she perhaps too-immediately settles in. ] I know how to make a few things. If you don't mind a heavy pour.