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Moist always enjoys Genua, because he can seem foreign and the drinks are amazing. Today he's been working around the river and his mark is slowly being pulled in by his line. He's in the middle of a job when it wouldn't take much to turn against him but when he does pull it off, it will be so sweet.

The door finds him as he enters a cafe in a seersucker suit with his collar loosened and wearing elegant spectacles. Inside he smile, shifting his posture from that of a almost scholar to something more relaxed and heads to the counter to order a gin and tonic.

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Jay's on the other side of the bar, fiddling with a notebook and a puzzle he's struggling to solve. He gets up slowly and heads to the bar. Not that he's specifically noticed the handsome stranger or anything. He just feels like a drink.

(OOC: These two will be fun but I must head off to bed. Will tag more tomorrow.)

He looks over, smiling as he lifts his drink in greeting, Jay attractive and Moist wants to know what's on the notebook,

"Good evening."

His accent has a touch of something that could be European but with all the distinguishing marks rubbed off as well as being not quite right.

{ooc: sleep well and I look forward to tomorrow.}

"Hey." Jay smiles warmly, pocketing the notebook and ordering his favourite scotch. "Having a good night?"

His accent is the opposite - American but well seasoned with extensive travel.

Moist can place Earth and not from Europe as he takes off his spectacles,

"Yes, I'd say I am. You?"

Jay watches his face with interest, analysing out of professorial habit. He notes that the glasses are an affectation. Someone who needed corrective lenses would have shifted their focus when they took their glasses off. Interesting. "Not as productive as I'd like but I can't blame any but myself for that."

They're a useful prop for him, "Oh, has it been enjoyable then?"

And they do look rather nice on him. "Distracting certainly." Jay smiles warmly. "And far more interesting than what I should be doing." He nods to the man's glass. "Care for another?"

"Should, that's never a good word. What should you be doing? Not just yet, but thank you,"

He hasn't gotten far enough into his drink to want another yet, but he likes the offer and leans a little towards Jay.

"I should be making plans to go home." Jay sighs, shaking his head and sipping his drink. "But instead I've been sketching upgrades for my bike."

The lean makes him smile, wondering what other distractions he can find himself tonight.

"Bike, what's it like?"

Motorcycles and bikes are something that Moist is aware of as other ways to travel but he's good at looking like he knows more than he does.

"A beat up and much loved old BSA I've been rebuilding." Jay shrugs. "Nothing special, just something I tinker with."

"Tinkering is how everything gets perfected,"

Moist does that with his forgeries and jobs, those small changes that make it work right.

"I've never had much luck with perfect. Nothing's perfect when there's something new to learn or different to try." The eternal tinkerer.

"I agree, but sometimes you can get it fairly close though it depends on what you're trying to do. There are times when it works better to have things a little off,"

If a forgery is too neat and exact, it gets questions asked.

Jay's made his fair share of fake IDs and forged paperwork. He understands the sentiment. "What's your trade, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I work in investments,"

Its one of those nice phrases that seems to say more than it does.

Jay can't help but grin. He knows the sound of a meaningfully open phrase like that. He has his own after all. "Yeah? I'm a freelancer."

Moist considers that grin as he finishes his drink and another one appears,

"Oh, is that a good business?"

"It has it's moments. Pay's good even if it isn't always regular. And I can work my own hours. The travel's a bonus, I get to see a lot of the world."

"Travel is important. Its a side benefit of my work as well, investigating new opportunities,"

The list sounds familiar and Moist relaxes slightly, maybe this young man is in the same sort of work.

Not the same but similar it a way. "Always on the look out for new opportunities." He smiles. "You never know what might just... fall in your lap." Flirting? Maybe... He holds out a hand. "I'm Jay." He has the firm handshake and steady gaze of a comfortable liar. But then it takes one to know one.

"Alfred, no, I've found some rather intriguing ones here,"

His handshake matches Jay's and he smiles as he looks into his eyes.

Jay might just linger over that handshake a beat too long, letting his fingers brush over Alfred's palm as he withdraws. "This is place is nothing but opportunity, hence the procrastination from planning."

The lingering gets an appreciative eyebrow,

"Terribly distracting, I always ends up spend longer here than I plan on."

Jay chuckles. "I guess it depends on how distracted you let yourself get. Or want to get." There's an offer there perhaps.

"Yes, every night has a morning and doors open to the next opportunity,"

He always knows where his escape route is.

The mention of morning makes Jay smile, perhaps a little hopefully. "And this place has the advantage of doors that can be closed, for more... private investigation of opportunity." Subtlety rapidly fading...

Moist smirks as he lifts his glass to Jay, "It does, yes."

Jay takes a sip of his own drink, eyeing this Alfred interestedly. How much less subtle does he need to get from here?

Not much, Moist leans a little closer,

"Though there are dangers as well, but that's the way of Milliways."

Jay makes the most of the lean, replying in a warm and intimate tone. "Danger can add spice to an encounter. As long as both parties stick to the rules."

"Risk does add spice to life. Do you have any suggestions?"

Jay seems like he's full of ideas.

"Oh I can think of one or two things." He leans in close to whisper in Alfred's ear, his lips brushing Alfred's skin. "But most of them would get us in trouble in the public bar."

Moist laughs, turning his face to answer,

"We can't have that, the cells are far too dull."

Jay doesn't move back as Alfred turns, his lips interestingly close to Alfred's "I won't know. I've managed to stay out of them thus far. Care to join me upstairs?"

"Wise of you. Yes,"

He shifts an inch to kiss Jay, its quick but skilled.

The kiss makes Jay sigh, reaching up to brush his fingers very gently over Alfred's cheek. "My room or yours, beautiful?"

"Beautiful, I like that. Yours, I can't answer to the state mine is in,"

Normally everything is all hidden away but he doesn't want to risk it.

{ooc: care to join me?}

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