Two spies on a park bench (Closed)

[ukase]

Who: Brock Rumlow (ukase) & Byerly Vorrutyer (vorrutyer)
What: Two perfectly normal gents meeting on a park bench to people watch, drink alcohol, and gossip.
When: The evening after this thread occurred.
Where: Park bench. In a park. Per the map.
Warning(s): Probably language. Will add as necessary


[Rumlow had been amused that they had agreed on friendship over discussion of orgies, then moved to attempting a dinner date somewhere and finally settled on drinking on a public park bench. That seemed to be his stride, and he recognized that this was one of those situations that would either allow them a better assessment of each other and keep the 'friendship', or they would likely hate one another for life. That's how most of his relationships went anyway. He was either liked and respected or he was loathed.

His opponents generally didn't survive long. He'd hate to have to go that far with his first friend of new beginnings.

He had come to the park bench earlier than the set upon time, performing some general recon on the area, the escape routes, the general population that came around here, and noting all the points where he could have his head blown off. There were many of the last point, but that was the risk with public meetings. He didn't consider himself well-known or infamous enough to earn a hit so soon.

He stepped up to the bench at ten minutes to seven and settled himself upon it, armed with a sidearm on his hip and a knife hidden on his calf. He might not be expecting trouble, but he was always prepared for it; he was from a country where openly carrying a sidearm was allowed in the law, and he saw no reason to change that here and now.

He slung an arm along the back of the bench and watched people as they did their evening walks. All chatty, all hands gesturing, all with weird manner of pets in tow. He set one ankle on his opposite knee and looked perfectly comfortable, like he belonged there. He also had a bottle of his own alcohol of choice, since friends shared. The bottle was sealed; he hadn't looked into the laws of public alcohol consumption.]

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[vorrutyer]

[ By is quite aware that this situation could end badly. There's a danger inherent in meeting someone in person - even when that meeting is taking place in public. But what's life without embracing its danger? There's no spice in staying safe. None at all. And anyway, if a man declares himself dangerous, then he's less dangerous than the dangerous man who doesn't admit to it. Not to say he isn't dangerous, just...

Ah, hell. By really hopes he doesn't end up strangled and thrown into a ditch. Or shot, he thinks as he approaches Rumlow and sees that sidearm worn quite openly. Byerly's own weapon (a nonlethal stunner) is tucked discreetly into a holster hidden under his jacket. Again, does it increase or decrease trust, that the fellow so openly declares himself to be deadly? ]

A virtuous fellow indeed!

[ By greets Rumlow cheerfully. There's a very slight sway in the way he moves, a hint of clumsiness in his tongue. Although he's perfectly sober, he's acting the part of the drunk man perfectly. ]

You brought your own bottle. Excellent. Now we'll really be able to have a good time.

[ By holds up his own bottle in demonstration. Then he sits heavily down on the bench, and lowers his eyelashes rather flirtatiously at the man. ]

It seems I'm blessed in my choice of companion.