"I Know I'm Somewhere On Planet Manhattan."

[Wolfs Ghost]

Originally having all of the intention to get his work done, he felt that it wasn't going to be the case when the woman began speaking more directly to him. He sighed lightly to himself before looking back down at the device that was resting on the table. Having turned the device off.

Seeing movement in his peripheral, he looked up to see the woman making her way over towards his booth, carrying a glass in her hand. When she finally approached and offered him the drink, he accepted it. Though rather than taking a sip he sat it on the table, then placed the back of his hand against the glass itself and calmly pushed it off the edge of the table. Sending ice and whatever liquid was in it splashing out on the floor, the glass itself, merely cracking.

"Kid... the fate of Sirius rests in the hands of people who you don't want exactly want to mess with. I happen to be one of those people. Now, do yourself a favor and go back to drinking with your friend over there, and I'll go back to doing what I was doing. Which was staying out of the way." Terrance spoke up, turning his head back towards her, the icy cold gaze of his mist blue eyes meeting hers. "Also, I'd be careful with what you drink here. This isn't exactly the safest bar on Manhattan."

His gaze then shifted towards the bartender who seemed to be fuming over the spilled drink. "Don't worry, I'll pay for it."

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