[ His usual interest in the finer points of liquor is waylaid by his desire to just drink and not think about much at all. It looks to be an improvement over what he's had all evening, so. Good enough. ]
No. [ He glances out the window. The sea outside is only just barely visible through the grime on it, and a small spider crawls along the border's edge. ] I presumed I wouldn't find any familiar faces here.
[ He tips his glass at Maria, suggesting that she's proven his presumption wrong. Though he's not complaining. She's brought him whisky and hasn't asked how he's doing or why he looks like he hasn't slept in a few days. Acceptable company, as things go. ]
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No. [ He glances out the window. The sea outside is only just barely visible through the grime on it, and a small spider crawls along the border's edge. ] I presumed I wouldn't find any familiar faces here.
[ He tips his glass at Maria, suggesting that she's proven his presumption wrong. Though he's not complaining. She's brought him whisky and hasn't asked how he's doing or why he looks like he hasn't slept in a few days. Acceptable company, as things go. ]