take a good look in the mirror and tell me

[inkdamage]

Who: Severus and Amberdrake.
What: Business consultation.
Where: A restaurant in Flag Hill.
When: Presentlyish?
Notes: i'm in ur game spammin ur log comm
Warnings: I don't foresee any.

Taking a break from jobs that necessitate the corrosion of his soul is not a work hiatus, Severus would go mad. He remembers the man who contacts him over the CiD, remembers he pegged him for being awfully new and thus certainly under-funded; it's been a while since he walked into a job knowing he'll have to undercharge or work on barter, but maybe something about witnessing those riots is making him sentimental. He's not sure if that's a better or worse explanation than just doing something nice for someone new on his cohort.

The restaurant he's sitting in is one that he's been to before, both to get out of the house and to meet with potential clients; dimly-lit in a way that's subdued instead of shady, upscale without being exclusive, private seating, and no smoking restrictions. He waits sitting in a round, leather-backed booth underneath a low amber lamp, cigarette burning between his fingers, coffee at his elbow.

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[amberdrake]

The way everyone wants to meet him in restaurants isn't lost on Drake; such places are considered neutral territory by most. Neutral and public, but still with that ambiance that allows serious discussion with at least a minimal degree of privacy.

"Ah, I was right," Amberdrake says by way of greeting once he finds Severus here, approaching and standing beside his booth, "it's not as though I had the time to take a good look, but I was fairly sure I detected lung tar," and he offers a rather harmless smile, "An avid smoker."

Perhaps jarringly, it's not the War-Healer that Severus gets today; Drake's skin has lost its grey tinge, and the bloodied scrubs have gone away in favor of his usual kestra'chern garb. Beads and layers of fine cloth in an array of colors that would by dizzying patterns on someone with a different heritage, but is well-suited to his deep amber skin and his own very black, long hair. Feathers and braids and the occasional tiny bell...

Amberdrake is not from a modern, earth-clone world, to be sure. But even on his world, he stands out, and so he wears his foreignness with years of ease.