He'd done his best to dress for the occasion, though he couldn't help but fear someone would know the shoes were cheap and he'd bought them for job interviews, or that it wouldn't compare to the garments of the gods. He'd spent a whole paycheck trying to at least look a little less like the slightly disheveled short-order cook and more like someone who had once been adored by immortals, like someone who, it was told in some circles, was the well-spring of all love between men.
He sidled up to the bar and ordered a shot of ouzo for his nerves and another for good measure, leaning against the bar to watch the gorgeous displays of the immortals around him, as impressive and exquisite as always.
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Re: The Bar
Date: 2011-01-01 12:09 am (UTC)He sidled up to the bar and ordered a shot of ouzo for his nerves and another for good measure, leaning against the bar to watch the gorgeous displays of the immortals around him, as impressive and exquisite as always.