Funfun time in a Bar

[zexion]

[23:01] [e-mail]: To be honest, Renan much preferred it when the place was called Hollow Bastion. Radiant Garden was such an... Unfitting name. Or at least it was to a person such as himself. He who did things best kept quiet; things that definitely did not fit into what one would expect from a world called 'Radiant Garden'. But it wasn't as if he hated the world or anything. No bitterness from Renan at all. It was just a job, nothing more and nothing less.

However. the pressures of his work frequently led him to seek comfort in a bar, surrounded by people and drinks. Not to his skeleton of an apartment which only served to remind him that he was not a person; he did not exist. In a figurative sense, of course. But here... He would not be able to hear his own thoughts, even if he wasn't speaking. Tonight he had chosen to seat himself on an armchair at the far side of the bar, engaged in what could only be aptly called as people watching. He had enough sense not to wear his uniform here, but he was in dark slacks and a white button-up, sipping his drink like some business magnate.

Heh. If only they knew~

[23:18] Zexion the fanfuckingtastic: It likely wasn't a smart thing for the schemer to be out in this place right after he and two other Organization member's raided the place.... But, he wasn't in his usual attire, and everyone was asleep -save for the fairies and the pesky talkative ninja- when he was around. What reason was he here for now? That man... With the disgusting choice of perfume. He really needed answers, not knowing who the spy was was really making the boy genius twitch with annoyance.

What a better place to go than a bar? Full of a number of people and they were oh so eager to talk when high on several drinks. Zexion didn't bother hiding the deerish ears and tail because why would one care about such a thing when the place had walking ducks and talking dogs roaming about.

Zexion settled himself in an empty table, ignoring the fact he looked to young to be here, and didn't dress like someone who belonged here either. Dark jeans and a hoodie, not something bright like the kids running a muck in Twilight Town, but something children normally wore anyway... He was a scientific genius, not a fashion geek.


((I hope I did this right. ararar...uh...this is after Harddrive hurry or whatever... RP with Renan and I :>

PS: BEST FUCKING TITLE EVER))

[renan]

People-watching was fun. It provided for a wide array of disguise ideas for his assignments, and the observation of the behavior of individuals was certainly helpful. There was also a bittersweet satisfaction in seeing these people live out their lives, ignorant of the secrets around them and how those things affected their lives. Some people were safe, some people would die, and some would be destroyed -- because of a group of people who, on paper, did not exist. And Renan was one of those people.

Peering through the thick sheaf of bangs half-covering his face, Renan surveyed the bar surroundings. It would have looked like an ordinary once-over, but Renan was a Turk. Acute perception was best practiced in peopled places such as this, and... Ah...

Kids sneaking in for a drink aren't exactly a rare sight, but this particular young man's clothing somehow didn't seem similar to the kind that the kids who usually tried to sneak in wore. That was strange... And he might be reading too much into it, but Renan had time to kill. If it was nothing then no harm done. Fluidly, Renan got up and transferred seats; specifically to the table that the... boy... occupied. Without invitation, he sat down across the young man, setting his glass down on the table surface. "... Hi." He smiled at the young man, not really in a flirty, pick-up way. It was slightly patronizing, if anything else.

[zexion]

The multiple smells in this place was near repulsive. If the overdose of heavy cheap cologne wasn't good enough the other day, and the parade of puppies... This was really taking the cake. His poor nose, it was never going to get a break. The tragedy of having a sensitive nose.

An ear cocked to the side and Zexion glanced up at the man who slipped on over. Dear lord, and here he thought everyone in the bar was to busy destroying their lungs instead of attempting to have a hopefully decent chat.

"Evening..." He started, warily. He didn't believe the other was going, or trying to hit on him... And if the man was well... ...Eh, he'd be a fun tool the manipulate. Violence wasn't his Forte', "How can I help you?"

((Speaking bubble is not really pink....it just said 'Real pink' and I was curious to what real pink looks like :0... And you stole my purple.))

[renan]

Renan tried not to get drunk when he did, in the presence of his colleagues or not. It was a rather dangerous thing to be intoxicated, and he was talking not only about the fact that he was carrying weapons and was perfectly capable of using them, drunk or not. There were secrets... About the only thing that was true about Renan that he cared letting people know about was his name, and the wellspring of information that could come out if he was to lose control of his mouth would have terrible consequences.

It could get him and his colleagues killed, and he wasn't kidding about it.

"Help me?" He flashed a smile at the kid, discreetly scanning the other's face for anything... An irregularity. "I should be the one asking you that. You look..." Renan paused to take a small draw of his gin. "... Minor. I won't turn you over to kick you out though."

[zexion]

Zexion's face was blank, merely staring at the other with a slightly arched brow. "And you look like someone who'd know one to many secrets. But I won't bother pestering those out of you." He replied back smoothly. Abusing his powers to make him look older would have been a smart idea but... To late now.

"And just because I may look it, doesn't mean I am... Shame, judging a book by its cover." Zexion made mocking tsk noises, adding a sly grin to his face to break the unemotional look.

[renan]

"Ah, who doesn't have secrets nowadays? You're probably just the same." Renan brushed it off with a smirk. Ah, the kid didn't act like a kid. Were they growing up too fast these days, or... Well no, that wasn't possible as of now. Though Renan will have to admit, the young man was an oddball.

"Ah?" The Turk raised a brow when the young man continued speaking. "Really now? In that case," Slim fingers pushed the half-full glass of gin across the table. "Have a drink. You've gotten in here anyway; and I'm not going to be optimistic that the bartender will give you anything, appearance or not."

[zexion]

Zexion stared at the drink warily and sniffed... Didn't seem spiked. Mmf, he wasn't this paranoid about things before Axel had killed him. Damn bastard better be happy he was still dead or Zexion would have had a few words to say to him.

"How kind of you..." The boy crooned with a charming smile. He wasn't much of a drinker, but for the sake of the company he took a light sip of the alcohol. Not as good as wine... Or the more feminine fruity drinks, but it passed. Zexion pushed the drink back over. "How long have you lived here for?"

[renan]

Spiked? Ha. Renan had just been drinking from it, hasn't he? It would be rather silly for him to put anything into it; for one he had no motivation to do so and this definitely isn't part of his mission, and second, there was always a chance that the, ah... boy would refuse, and then Renan would just have to go back to drinking it. No good if he poisoned or drugged himself, right? Nope. There was just alcohol and ice in that glass, no more and no less.

Renan watched the boy take a very small sip, but did not take his drink back, now that another has touched it. HA! Who's the paranoid one now? But Renan would like to think that he was just being cautious. He had reason to see enemies in every shadow, after all. "How long?" He raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that question, much less in a bar. "I've been here all my life." Officially anyway. "Why? Are you planning on taking me away from here?" Ahh, yeaaaah. There was nothing wrong with a little teasing (read: flirting), right?