[ Rafe's known his fair share of ex-military over the years. Some are happy to rattle off their résumé, some lean too heavily on the if I told you I'd have to kill you shtick to take seriously, and some just stare you down. Any and all are fair responses but Rafe's learned not to assume which he'll get. So he waits, patient, for as much or as little as Gene will offer.
The spirit returns shortly with a decent sized brown bottle and two glasses, chittering away at Gene as it sets it all down. It spares a glance at Rafe who just stares back a moment before rolling his eyes, patting down a pocket for a hand-sewn cloth pouch. He fishes a couple brightly colored pebbles out and slides them across the table towards the spirit.
Weird as the little things may be, good service still deserves a tip. ]
Mission Boston, then. [ Rafe shrugs a shoulder as the spirit scuttles off again. He pours a couple fingers for himself after an experimental sniff, makes a universal you too? gesture with the bottle at what's going to be Gene's glass. ] My focus is a little bit older than all that but I like to think I got a decent grounding in the last hundred years.
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The spirit returns shortly with a decent sized brown bottle and two glasses, chittering away at Gene as it sets it all down. It spares a glance at Rafe who just stares back a moment before rolling his eyes, patting down a pocket for a hand-sewn cloth pouch. He fishes a couple brightly colored pebbles out and slides them across the table towards the spirit.
Weird as the little things may be, good service still deserves a tip. ]
Mission Boston, then. [ Rafe shrugs a shoulder as the spirit scuttles off again. He pours a couple fingers for himself after an experimental sniff, makes a universal you too? gesture with the bottle at what's going to be Gene's glass. ] My focus is a little bit older than all that but I like to think I got a decent grounding in the last hundred years.