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Ted Montague's Office, Thursday Afternoon
Apr. 23rd, 2009 07:58 pmReno, Romeo thought wryly as he took a seat in one of the plush chairs in his father's office, could be trusted with many things. They included Romeo's life; it also included finding the best bar wherever he happened to be. The dive they'd ended up in after dinner the night before was down a street Romeo had never even noticed in the 17 years he spent in Verona, and the one-handed bartender was not stingy with the whiskey.
Romeo still felt it, more than a little. He shifted in his seat and tried to focus on his father. Reno, spared this particular display of family awkwardness, had taken Balthazar and Benvolio to the same bar; Romeo tried not to wish he was with them.
( How does this day find thee, my son? )
He didn't know which would win.
[OOC: NFB. Reno modded with permission. Happy birthday, Mr. Shakespeare.]
Romeo still felt it, more than a little. He shifted in his seat and tried to focus on his father. Reno, spared this particular display of family awkwardness, had taken Balthazar and Benvolio to the same bar; Romeo tried not to wish he was with them.
( How does this day find thee, my son? )
He didn't know which would win.
[OOC: NFB. Reno modded with permission. Happy birthday, Mr. Shakespeare.]
