With a wave, he made his way out. As soon as he got out of sight of the girl, he pulled a vaporizer out of a coat pocket and took a puff off of it.
Poor thing. I guess I couldn't expect it to have gotten much better after all. Maintaining is about as good as it gets with this deal.
He paused for a moment to gain his composure before entering the bar.
I can't look like I did the last time she saw me.I'm here now. I owe it to her, to them, to give this a serious try this time.
He walks over to the bar to pick up a drink. The rocks glass clinks with the two cubes of locally harvested ice, and then they are lifted up amid a pool of well spirits. He holds the glass in the same hand as his vaporizer, and swirls the familiar weight in his hand. He leans his free arm on the bar for a moment, scanning the room for the target of his personal mission. He spots her, taking note of her now blonde hair . . .
Its a shame, her natural color works better on her, I think.
His gaze then falls on her conversational partners.
And I'm guessing one of these is Captain Gallia that she was arguing with. This man here . . . what the heck is wrong with him? Can't put my finger on it right now, but something is definitely wrong with that man. Is it his mannerisms? Guess I will find out soon.
Having done his basic reconnaissance, he leaves the safety of his natural habitat and ventures forth to meet "Susan" and introduce himself. He traces a curved path to her. stopping at a fairly close distance but behind the Gaul, hoping that she might simply notice him standing there.
I'm scruffy, but, well, its hard to mistake me. And she is such an observant girl, probably saw me when I walked in.
