- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Writing Levels
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
The smoking man looked slowly at his friend and as the light shifted Henry could see his eyes a little clearer. They were milky, the irises pale. Possibly an albino, though his hair was dark, and the shape of the eyes was more oriental than anything. The man seemed to be a patchwork of different races, as unplaceable as his accent.
He turned back and the shadows resettled. "Never said I was close to the Cargwyn's. That's the one family I can't help you with, Sherlock."
Clamping his cigar between his teeth, he stepped away and returned to the table by the door. "Coming, Mac?" he said as he passed his companion.
The second longcoat wearer was bigger, strong hands hanging by his sides and flexing as he took long breaths. This man had never taken his eyes off Henry. "Just gotta take a piss." his deep voice rumbled. Then, waiting till the smoking man was out of earshot, he took another step forward and spoke so only Henry would hear. "They got real nice toilets here."
He held the stare a few seconds longer then turned and moved along the bar, pushing through a small door that led to the restrooms. As it swung closed he glanced one more time over his shoulder.
Meanwhile, the smoking man settled back at his table and stubbed out his cigar between the two untouched glasses of ale.
He turned back and the shadows resettled. "Never said I was close to the Cargwyn's. That's the one family I can't help you with, Sherlock."
Clamping his cigar between his teeth, he stepped away and returned to the table by the door. "Coming, Mac?" he said as he passed his companion.
The second longcoat wearer was bigger, strong hands hanging by his sides and flexing as he took long breaths. This man had never taken his eyes off Henry. "Just gotta take a piss." his deep voice rumbled. Then, waiting till the smoking man was out of earshot, he took another step forward and spoke so only Henry would hear. "They got real nice toilets here."
He held the stare a few seconds longer then turned and moved along the bar, pushing through a small door that led to the restrooms. As it swung closed he glanced one more time over his shoulder.
Meanwhile, the smoking man settled back at his table and stubbed out his cigar between the two untouched glasses of ale.