[ At some point in the evening, a familiar face will enter the bar, but it’s nothing more than chance. It’s clear that’s the case right away, because Sebastian enters with someone. There’s a woman on his arm who’s wearing clothes on the finer end of the scale, and the two of them are chatting in a way that’s clearly friendly, from their body language, but not overly so. Still, it’s clear that she’s the one that’s familiar with the establishment and leading, since she leads the way over to the bar to get drinks, and Sebastian doesn’t give so much of a sweep of the place. Silco’s presence isn’t noticed, at least not for a while.
It gives some time though to watch Sebastian when he doesn’t know he’s being watched, if that’s of interest to Silco. By all appearances, it seems that he’s just out for a night in town with a new friend. It’s only odd because Silco has seen Sebastian at his more honest. He’d been open about enjoying the environment of bars and clubs, but it was in the distant, languid way of someone who didn’t partake in their pleasures himself. Yet, here he was, by all appearances doing exactly that.
It's not long after Silco lights a cigar that Sebastian finally notices, and it’s because of the smell. It’s casual, since he doesn’t want to reveal that his sense of smell is that sharp to his company, but it’s then his eyes finally meet Silco’s. He looks surprised for a moment, but his lips purse into a smile that reaches to the corners of his eyes easily. Yet, he doesn’t come over to say hello. His attention is back to his date for a while, surely until that cigar is snuffed out, and it seems her evening ends. They go through the motions of farewells, but after walking her out, Sebastian returns to head towards Silco’s table instead. ]
Fancy running into you here. [ There’s easy amusement and warmth in how he says it. Clearly, whatever he was doing, he’s not bothered by Silco having witnessed it. He motions to the table, ever polite. ] May I join you, Mr. Silco?
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It gives some time though to watch Sebastian when he doesn’t know he’s being watched, if that’s of interest to Silco. By all appearances, it seems that he’s just out for a night in town with a new friend. It’s only odd because Silco has seen Sebastian at his more honest. He’d been open about enjoying the environment of bars and clubs, but it was in the distant, languid way of someone who didn’t partake in their pleasures himself. Yet, here he was, by all appearances doing exactly that.
It's not long after Silco lights a cigar that Sebastian finally notices, and it’s because of the smell. It’s casual, since he doesn’t want to reveal that his sense of smell is that sharp to his company, but it’s then his eyes finally meet Silco’s. He looks surprised for a moment, but his lips purse into a smile that reaches to the corners of his eyes easily. Yet, he doesn’t come over to say hello. His attention is back to his date for a while, surely until that cigar is snuffed out, and it seems her evening ends. They go through the motions of farewells, but after walking her out, Sebastian returns to head towards Silco’s table instead. ]
Fancy running into you here. [ There’s easy amusement and warmth in how he says it. Clearly, whatever he was doing, he’s not bothered by Silco having witnessed it. He motions to the table, ever polite. ] May I join you, Mr. Silco?