Sincluda wrote:Harrison Raiken edges into the bar, uncertainly. Alcohol wasn't exactly his cup of tea - tea was. He stands rigidly still in the doorway, surveying the area. To him (at least at the moment) it appears a gross mess. Raiken shakes his head, and begins to back out, unsure why he even came. An unwieldy force is slammed into his back, leaving him sprawled on the floor. "HELLO, MY FRIENDS!" shouts his boisterous cousin, Jon. Of course, Jon knew nobody there, and nobody knew him. That's what happens when you drink all the vodka before even getting to the bar. Raiken, embarrassed, now had to stay. The eyes were on him and Jon. He clears his throat.
"Hello, I'm looking for Ambassador Hugh Janus, and was told that I-"
He was interrupted by the roar of laughter from Jon, although it didn't matter. Raiken had trailed off anyways, realizing how horribly he'd been tricked. To be embarrassed in front of so many diplomats and figures of notoriety... Well, maybe he needed a drink. It had been a while after all...
Leo smirks slightly, then composes himself. Wonder what would happen if... he thinks to himself. Making a decision, he stands up from his barstool a few seats away from where Bell and the old-timer/newcomer are reminiscing, and takes a few steps toward the poor flailing fellow on the floor by the door - pointedly ignoring the loudmouth who'd knocked the man over.
"Speaking!" he says loudly, raising his glass toward the man. "Join me for a drink? The barkeep has a rather solid mezcal selection; this one's quite satisfactory. Though," Leo continues, "my name really is Jænus, like 'ran this,' rather than Jaynus. No biggie, however. So what'll it be?"