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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

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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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Feel like company?"

Random looks rather cheerful, fingers wrapped around his own scotch.

"You're drinking alone. Has to get dull, at some point."

[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

There is a man (angel) approaching, step measured and slow.

He smiles at Mordred, setting an empty wineglass on the bar.

"Might I have a refill? Thank you."

He picks up the refilled glass, taking a sip, then settles gracefully on a barstool.

"Hello."

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Owen's lips tighten at the alcohol, but he says nothing. Mordred is no son of his, after all.

"Hallo, Mordred. We have missed you at Clwyd."