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There is a Mordred in the bar. No badge, just himself in his black jacket and plan pin-stripped pants.

Just himself, drinking. Not steadily, but not slowly, either.

[ooc: tag may be slow, as mun is very tired. But they will come]

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Mordred makes a face, and then takes anoher long drink.

"Not exactly."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

He might very well be.

"Perhaps tomorrow will be better."

"....doubt it. I'll have a hangover as well." Still, he smiles, just a little.

"That will make it more difficult to sink lower."

The smile widens a fraction.

"Which is a not-entirely inauspicious start."

He begins to say something, and then stops.

"Excellent point, boyo."

"I do make them, from time to time."

He laughs, a quiet sound, but true.

Mordred smiles at that.

But takes another drink.

Xas matches him.

In motion if not in quantity of alcohol.

"You have a particular favorite drink?"

He gestures almost lazily at whatever Mordred is holding.

"Vodka."

Xas makes a vague noise of assent.

"I confess I can only tolerate that in mixed drinks."

"I'm a soldier. Simple man. Feel free to introduce me, though."

"I might, at that. Some night when I feel the need for hard liquor."

He licks his lips, fingers tight for a moment on the winestem.

"Whatever strikes your fancy."

"I find myself drawn more to books than beer, sad as that may seem to some."

"Knight, boyo. I can read well enough to write reports, but little else. My lover is more bookish, though. And he reads too much."

"I find it difficult to imagine 'too much'. Though I imagine it might be different if you did not also enjoy reading."

"Too much is when you drown in words, when you hide from your head in what your eyes take in."

"I've never actually managed to make that work."

Faint regret tinges his words.

Quietly,

"I don't recomend it."

"I'll keep that in mind."

His eyes narrow, just a little.

Mordred glances at him, golden eyes questioning.

Xas shrugs, a light and fluid motion.

"Distractions are occasionally few and far between."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

The smile doesn't fade, but he fails to elaborate.

"Happens. So, you human, ghost, elf, whatever?"