[He catches the glance around and figures it means he's more familiar, so he takes the lead. Cants his head down an alley in a "follow me" and heads out at a long-legged amble while she ruminates. Not rushed, but not particularly slow. Easy enough in pace, now that they've shaken loose of the hecklers—and not hurried enough to draw the attention of more, if they're lucky.
He's quiet for her answer. But then, thoughtfully—]
...Yeah, think I know what you mean.
[It's not Goldwalk, none of the familiar feel of the drinking joints by the canals that he'd seen wiped out and gone. But if you look hard enough— Some things are just constant over worlds, apparently.]
Why don't you tell me about your old haunts. I'll see what I can do.
[For him, it was the cozy joints by the canals, all dimmed lights and jazzy music with the Hammers game on the monitors or the pool cues lined up on the sides. Red had a favored place uptown they'd swing by sometimes to see what was new, high-class and gold trim and avant garde art on the walls and the speakers to be discovered or discussed. He doesn't know Hawke well enough to know her tastes, but if she hums a few bars, (hah), maybe he can consult his map of Olympia's dives for a good guess.]
The Hanged Man is a complete shit hole. The ale tastes like piss and the whiskey tastes worse but it's at least the strongest in town. There's always a few shady characters in a corner and it's not a good night unless there's a fight or two.
[Which... all sounds terrible but she's saying it genuinely like a compliment]
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Date: 2018-03-19 06:16 am (UTC)He's quiet for her answer. But then, thoughtfully—]
...Yeah, think I know what you mean.
[It's not Goldwalk, none of the familiar feel of the drinking joints by the canals that he'd seen wiped out and gone. But if you look hard enough— Some things are just constant over worlds, apparently.]
Why don't you tell me about your old haunts. I'll see what I can do.
[For him, it was the cozy joints by the canals, all dimmed lights and jazzy music with the Hammers game on the monitors or the pool cues lined up on the sides. Red had a favored place uptown they'd swing by sometimes to see what was new, high-class and gold trim and avant garde art on the walls and the speakers to be discovered or discussed. He doesn't know Hawke well enough to know her tastes, but if she hums a few bars, (hah), maybe he can consult his map of Olympia's dives for a good guess.]
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Date: 2018-03-24 05:06 am (UTC)[Which... all sounds terrible but she's saying it genuinely like a compliment]
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Date: 2018-03-29 06:30 am (UTC)Think I've had my fill of fights, tonight.
[If you don't mind a middle ground. But, he seems to take this all under consideration, while he gets his bearings.—]
Lets see... There's a place called the Silversmith a couple blocks east. Got to be winding down, this time of night.
[You can pass judgment, see how it measures up.]