[jon keeps busy with work. it's a surprisingly crowded night--he hasn't quite picked up the rhythm of the weeks yet, being busy learning the tricks of the trade. he wears a cowl from sansa over a worn black tank top and artfully tattered jeans (there's a white wolf peeking out on the back of the cowl's neck, and a few discreet dragonflies delicately arranged among the folds). when he sees prompto (he stands out, a little young and trendy for this crowd) he grins.]
Prompto Argentum.
[he nods up at the list of beers above his head, aware that prompto probably won't recognize most of them. it took him a while to learn which was which.]
What can I get you?
[he sets down what he was working on (a whiskey that is probably closer to barrel-aged vodka with a twist of lemon), nods at the gruff older-looking man who accepts it, and picks up his dispenser gun.]
Something dark, or light?
[best to keep it simple. prompto looks a little frayed around the edges, but he'd mentioned he'd been tired lately.]
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Prompto Argentum.
[he nods up at the list of beers above his head, aware that prompto probably won't recognize most of them. it took him a while to learn which was which.]
What can I get you?
[he sets down what he was working on (a whiskey that is probably closer to barrel-aged vodka with a twist of lemon), nods at the gruff older-looking man who accepts it, and picks up his dispenser gun.]
Something dark, or light?
[best to keep it simple. prompto looks a little frayed around the edges, but he'd mentioned he'd been tired lately.]