[Loki didn’t really have much on that night, so he arrives at the Red Carndinal a bit early. He’s dressed in slim black slacks and a black dress shirt, though with the sleeves rolled up he’s about as casual as he ever is. He finds them a table in the back corner where he’ll be able to see her when she arrives and they might be left alone. He has no idea what she drinks, but still orders two glasses of the House red, figuring if she didn’t want it, he’d drink it.
As he waits, sitting with one long leg crossed over the other, he glances out across the room, watching the other patrons, wondering if any of the more permanent guests here were ever like them, trapped and wanting to leave.]
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As he waits, sitting with one long leg crossed over the other, he glances out across the room, watching the other patrons, wondering if any of the more permanent guests here were ever like them, trapped and wanting to leave.]