genessia | It's not a date

WHO: Bartolomeo and Dorian
WHAT: A tour of alcoholic delights was promised and by god that's a promise we're keeping
WHEN: Probably this week
WHERE: some generic bar in Genessia City and then moving onward
WARNINGS: Barty being gross and Dorian being a flirt? Booze and drunkenness should go without saying.

[The actual heat wave was a while ago, now, but Bartolomeo had never forgotten his long late-night chat with Dorian about sampling everything booze-like this shitty place could offer. Even if they couldn't find samples of wines from back home to show off, there were plenty of other varieties to taste-test. A quick text to Dorian to pick a night to have some fun, and it was set.

Bartolomeo has given his thugs the night off and wandered over from Fayren, glad that things are still summer-like enough after a cool spell - the perfect night for a pub crawl. Seven feet tall and still wearing his feather-trimmed jacket, he shows up outside the bar and flips off the bouncer with a grin as he saunters in, looking for his "date." This should be fun, at last!]

Threaded | Flat

[It's not the first place Dorian would have picked, but with their plans being so minimal, he wasn't picky. He'd traded his usual leathers and robes for a billowy shirt and pants, soft leather boots, and more jewelry than usual. He'd call it casual. His hair was styled the same, and his mustache perfect as usual. He'd been closer to the bar and showed up first, opting for the bar as a good spot to wait for the wayward captain than a shadowy corner, though the irony of it hadn't been lost on him.

Bartolomeo wasn't hard to spot when he strode in, though Dorian really hadn't been expecting the height and he had a momentary pang of sadness she shook away quickly as he gave a way in the captain's direction. At just under 6 feet, Bartolomeo towered over him.]

You're lucky I like you, Captain. I'm not typically a patient man.

[If Bartolomeo's height bothered the mage, he didn't show it.]

Are we sure it's not a date?