He surveyed the loud, rowdy establishment. The bar scene had never been his scene, but for once he felt easier here than he would be out on one of his walks, alone with the femme fatale seductively gripping his arm.
His mind was racing, figuring what to do next. He saw an empty table in a corner and guided them toward it. Pulling out a chair for her, he bowed again. "Please."
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Date: 2011-09-17 07:08 am (UTC)His mind was racing, figuring what to do next. He saw an empty table in a corner and guided them toward it. Pulling out a chair for her, he bowed again. "Please."