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[whatisright]

[Justice hasn't even left a custom answering message. You get the default message and a loud BEEEEEP.]

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[whatisright]

[The voice that answers is somewhat confused, but he's rolling with it.]

Very well, but you will be wasting your money. I do not drink. [Anything. At all.]

[wallofbriggs]

[The voice that answered was completely unfamiliar.]

I'm not sure if I'm more disappointed that this went to the wrong person, or the whole not drinking part.

[whatisright]

My kind do not require liquid to survive.

I am still open to meeting if you wish it. Considering the state of the network, you may not be able to contact your intended companion.

[It's been a weird day.]

[wallofbriggs]

[It's been a weird month... ]

Well, if nothing else it will be an excuse to get out. That and you have me curious as hell right now.

Do you know where [insert generic place here] is?

[whatisright]

Yes, I do. I will find you there.

[And so he will. He doesn't need her to tell him what she looks like. He just finds the person who exudes the sense that she's looking for Justice in particular, and he sits down next to her at the bar.]

Hello.

[wallofbriggs]

[That's odd, but whatever, it's not like the place is usually that busy. That and she still has an unmistakably a refugee look about her after the recent kidnapping adventure; although most of that is covered, the arm in the sling sticks out.

Olivier turns to look when he sits down.]

Please tell me what suggested I was looking for company, so I can make sure not to do it again.

[Because he's obviously just harassing her, right?]

[whatisright]

You asked that I meet you here.

[His brow furrows slightly, because he knows that he doesn't understand everything about mortals, but he's pretty sure he's not quite that dense as to misinterpret something so simple.]

[wallofbriggs]

I... [She looks him over for a moment trying to place a when or where that could have remotely happened because he sounds like he means it. He also sounds familiar which gives her the connection.]

You're the wrong number. The guy who doesn't drink.

[whatisright]

Correct. And you are the woman who needs a drink.

[Oh right, humans don't just 'feel' things like spirits do. He forgets that sometimes.]

[wallofbriggs]

Most people in here do.

[She remembers that comment about not drinking. She's already placed an order that the bartender picks that moment to drop off.]

Bring us a water as well. [She nods over toward one of the far tables.] Let's take this elsewhere. [No talking where the locals can easily overhear.]

[whatisright]

As you wish.

[Justice stands to follow her to the table she gestured to.]

I take it that today has been difficult.