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Jack Martingale: The club is fairly calm on this Sunday night, that same electro-jazz quietly drifting through the place. Jack shrugs his jacket off to drape over a shoulder as he and Asbolus make their way inside. He seem to be looking for someone, and makes his slow way toward the bar as he does.
"I'll buy you a drink, Bo, since I dragged you out here..."
Asbolus: "I asked you to, so no dragging involved." Asbolus replied with a shake of the head, eyeing the selection as he mulled. "I'm fine with a soda for the moment."
Renault Caron: Renault saunters over to the bar and leans against it, laying on his accent thick as he purrs, “Hey there, stranger, don’t see you around here much...” to Jack.
Jack Martingale: Jack starts in surprise, his face immediately turning pink (or, to Asbolus, erupting in scribbles) as he realizes who's greeted him.
"Hey yourself," he fires back with a grin. "Renault, this is Asbolus - friend, housemate, has an excellent fashion sense. Asbolus, Renault. Similarly excellent fashion sense, fabulous accent, fantastic apartment." Jack's hand drops to trail down Renault's side in a silent hello as his other hand gestures between the two of them.
Asbolus: Asbolus gave Renault a proper once-over as he was introduced, those pale eyes doing a fair job of taking the Lord in before he offered a hand and a polite smile. His own accent was still pure London even after all the years in the States and elsewhere. "Pleasure to meet you."
Renault Caron: He shakes hands and nods. “Pleasure to meet a friend of Jack’s.” He smiles and turns to Jack, picking a piece of lint or something off the Spring’s shoulder. “Shall we get drinks and sit?” he asks, straightening the jacket of his suit, all black of course.
Jack Martingale: It's probably dog hair, medium length and gray-brown. But Jack doesn't smell like he's been around dogs, there's only a faint sweet smell, a mix of something like sap and wet grass.
"Works for me." Jack nods, and glances at Asbolus for confirmation before ordering himself a ginger ale.
Asbolus: "Sounds good." Asbolus nodded, ordering a Coke for himself for the time being. "Excellent choice of venue, by the way. A bit more my speed, I will admit."
Renault Caron: “Isn’t it nice? This is one of the few places I frequent.” He orders a soda and cranberry juice, and leads the way back to the booth he was sitting at. “How are you two tonight?”
Asbolus: "Doing quite well, all told." Asbolus claimed a seat at the booth once Renault and Jack were settled. "Yourself?"
Renault Caron: “Good. Was doing a little writing, enjoying a quiet night, but I could hardly turn down an invitation from Jack, and I’ve been trying to get out more.”
Asbolus: "As have I, in truth. He and a few other friends of ours have been good about getting me out of the house now and again for something other than work, though."
Jack Martingale: Jack sits across from Renault ij the booth, lounging back as he sips his soda and resting his leg against the Kindred's under the table.
"Out of the three of us, I'm definitely the wildest - this place is nice, but, well. Not much for dancing." Jack smiles and shrugs. "Nice for actual conversations, though - and Bo was telling me that he's been known to speak French, now and again..."
Renault Caron: He grins easily at Jack’s antics, before looking to Asbolus. “French, huh?” He slips into the tongue to ask, “Native speaker, or did you learn it in school?” His dialect is a slap in the face; Asbolus probably has to think about what he actually asked for a moment.
Asbolus: There was a brief pause as he parsed through the dialect but he replied after a moment, his own much more in the classic school-taught Parisian manner. "At university in Oxford, to be specific."
Jack Martingale: Jack looks delighted, flushing slightly as he drinks and looks between the two.
"T'be clear I don't actually...speak French so don't insult me too badly..."
Renault Caron: He chuckles and winks at Asbolus. "How badly should we torture him, hmm? He’s absolutely adorable when he’s blushing, and I want to see him squirm if that wouldn’t be too much." Jack recognizes his borderline evil toothy grin.
Asbolus: Asbolus simply smirked in return, taking a sip of his soda before replying. "I wouldn't want to be too hard on him, of course..."
Jack Martingale: "...Probably shouldn't've said that." Jack's face has warmed again, scribbles dancing down his neck too, in Asbolus's eyes, and he nudges Renault under the table, his eyes glittering in amusement. "Asbolus, you'll be nice, right...?" He doesn't sound entirely sure, though...
Renault Caron: He looks to Jack for a moment, grin widening even further. "How long have you know each other? Just out of curiosity. And it really is nice to meet more of Jack’s friends, that he has good people around him."
Asbolus: "Going on two years at this point, I believe. And happy to oblige; he and his partners are very dear friends of mine, and I take good care of my friends." He finished with a small salute of his glass and a smile before looking back to Jack. "Of course."
Jack Martingale: "See I knew - I told Asbolus that you two meeting was a Bad Idea..." Even if Jack was the one to literally coordinate the entire evening. He shakes his head with a slightly dramatic sigh.
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