[A swallow it is then, and the whole thing ends. Alucard doesn't need to suggest other birds, and the milliner gets a good enough tip for dealing with them both.
Lunch was going to just be a food cart in the far corner, serving some actually very good tripe sandwiches, please and thank you. However, strange times call for small comfort, and Alucard is confident that if the tavern worked for his catharsis, it might help explain....whatever strange texture he keeps brushing up against.
So he moves them both out of the centralized markets, down smaller lanes until the sign for the Surely Wench comes into view. It was where Gideon had hauled his miserable ass months ago (she also did flirt with the waitstaff that time) and as much as a tiny dive bar as it may be, it also is small. Quiet during the day. And he gets left alone.
Alucard slips in first. Nods quietly to the woman at the bar (short, curly black hair, a good smell memory, and the kind of bar tender who only talked with you if you looked as if you wanted conversation) and goes to one of the few tables in the place. The lighting isn't as sketchy during the day time.
Hell, it feels like way less of a divebar by day.]
The soups are usually good, the rice platters with grilled chicken are better.
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Lunch was going to just be a food cart in the far corner, serving some actually very good tripe sandwiches, please and thank you. However, strange times call for small comfort, and Alucard is confident that if the tavern worked for his catharsis, it might help explain....whatever strange texture he keeps brushing up against.
So he moves them both out of the centralized markets, down smaller lanes until the sign for the Surely Wench comes into view. It was where Gideon had hauled his miserable ass months ago (she also did flirt with the waitstaff that time) and as much as a tiny dive bar as it may be, it also is small. Quiet during the day. And he gets left alone.
Alucard slips in first. Nods quietly to the woman at the bar (short, curly black hair, a good smell memory, and the kind of bar tender who only talked with you if you looked as if you wanted conversation) and goes to one of the few tables in the place. The lighting isn't as sketchy during the day time.
Hell, it feels like way less of a divebar by day.]
The soups are usually good, the rice platters with grilled chicken are better.