![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
At first, Romeo wasn't aware that anything was wrong when he came to awareness up on Saturday. It was a hotel bar -- he could tell that from the airy architecture, from the people in suits coming and going -- and those were not precisely foreign territory.
Though it was a bit odd that the few people whose eyes lit on him seemed to glare.
"Red wine," he requested from the bartender, then turned to survey the room more fully with his glass in hand. He was almost certain he was here to meet someone, even if he couldn't remember who.
( Enter Jim Hawkins )
[OOC: Preplayed with the winsome![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
answer2bheard. NFB due to distance. To be continued.]
Though it was a bit odd that the few people whose eyes lit on him seemed to glare.
"Red wine," he requested from the bartender, then turned to survey the room more fully with his glass in hand. He was almost certain he was here to meet someone, even if he couldn't remember who.
( Enter Jim Hawkins )
[OOC: Preplayed with the winsome
answer2bheard. NFB due to distance. To be continued.]
