Post by Xavier Darnai on Jul 12, 2014 7:32:43 GMT
Xavier Darnai: The previous visit to the Diner had simply been a matter of returning a resource, but tonight was a matter of relaxation to the best of his ability. The simple black suit fit the man nicely, and it didn't stand out too much-- or wouldn't have if it wasn't for his less than styled hair --in the downtown streets of Boston. Slipping in through the door, he gave Natasha a nod, pointing to the standard menu without so much as a word. The blonde hostess handed one over to him, and let him head off into the common eating area of the bistro-like diner, and so he moved to a table in the corner of the dining room, sitting with his back to the wall where he could see the window that put the street on display. Undoing the button of his suit jacket, he slipped down into the chair and opened the menu up, looking over the options while keeping an ear out and his peripheral vision very much on his mind.
Gratuitous Tips: It likely, to visual extent, looked very much as though Nicholas had tripped through Xavier's wardrobe. The arrival of the youth had come as a very simple thing, lacking fanfare. A charcoal suit dead-ended the fashion of colors into a crisping of the darkness, from undershirt to tie. Of course, this was quite intentional. It was, at most, minutes after his marks own entrance. But rather than approach, first, steps were taken towards the waiting pedestal (assuming one existed) to regard the hostess with a smile, and a slow look around. Provided, as so much of this was, that Xavier was found? A gesture was made in the mans direction as if to silently ask permission into the diner without bothering with affairs sordid or overt beyond... well, a suit.
Xavier Darnai: The sight of someone in a suit on the street wasn't enough to catch his attention, but the sound of the opening door did lift his head from the menu. Nick got a very deadpan stare from the man at his table, watching him as he stood there in front of Natasha's pedestal. Slowly he took a breath, using his foot to kick out the chair opposite fro him at the table as he set the menu down to the side, signaling he was ready to order. Natasha would glance in Xavier's direction briefly before giving the man a nod and waving him on.
Gratuitous Tips: Approach was a casual enough thing, as if they'd been associates for some long while. Natasha was granted a cordial smile before Nicholas would take to nodding an appreciation to Xavier. Lowering into the chair that was kicked out, he kept silent for the moment, waiting for Xavier to finish ordering. No, he adhered to silence for the moment, keeping mismatched eyes set to the door for the better part. Possible exits, obstacles, usable environment.
Xavier Darnai: Nick may have adhered, but without a waitress present, he was under no such obligation himself. Lifting his right foot, he rest it down on his knee with a muted thunk. "I imagine it'd probably be for the best that I've no adoptive mother to come hassle you over exactly what it is that your interest is in me now that it's obvious the stalking's the other way about, neh?" Rust red eyes stared at the man for a brief moment as he sat there, resting his left forearm on the table, leaving his bandaged hand in clear and present view as the fingers quietly drummed scales over the surface.
Gratuitous Tips: "Not like that. I would not be here for that non-sense." The answer was clean, crisp and lacking of the bastard accent Xavier had previously heard of the teen. It was tense enough a moment without paying attention to the hands of his companion at the table. Instead, mismatched eyes answered red ones before casually laying both forearms across the table. "--unless you already know what I came to discuss. In which case, I will excuse myself. Is it safe to ... talk, here?"
Xavier Darnai: "Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not actually paying that much attention to you." It was as close as he seemed to get to telling the man to go right on ahead and get to whatever business seemed to be at hand. There was a brief pause in his stare as he looked up in time to catch the woman taking his menu. "I'll have the skirt steak, love, exceptionally rare and with the day's side along with a glass've the Glenfiddich fifteen. I've no idea if he's planning on eating." There was just a brief motion towards Nick as he turned his attention back to the man.
Gratuitous Tips: "Just a glass of the same, if you don't mind dear. I won't trouble either of you long." The words were surprisingly gentle, but held little intent lasciviously. Natasha could have been a walking puppy with sentience to him, as if she were written off as something other than human for the moment. It was no reason to be impolite. Attention back to Xavier then. "No, I do not imagine you are. But I seem to have a nasty habit of running into your twins."
Xavier Darnai: There was a simple scoff of laughter as he shook his head once at the mention of not being bothered long. He otherwise did not interrupt. As the waitress took the menu and left with the order, he looked to Nick and raised a slow brow at the mention of his twins. "I imagine you're going to need to be a touch more specific, Nicholas."
Gratuitous Tips: "Less accent. Younger. Different word selection. Move differently. Otherwise, carbon copies of you. Several. I am only here to convey it to you, and ask if I should be concerned." The scoff was proven to be the source for a slight hint of irritation in the voice, and it was followed with a gesture aside as if to dismiss the sound from his ears. "--seems anything you do know you will not be so... open about, however."
Xavier Darnai: The drinks came quickly enough and without a follow up from the waitress, both tumblers set in front of the gentlemen before Xavier picked up his own in bandaged fingers. Bringing it to his nose for a moment, he took a slow sniff before tilting the glass back and taking a sip. Lowering the glass again, he stirred it slowly and shook his head. "Something specific you're looking to find out about all've it, or is this just an odd sort've small talk you've decided to test out." There was no shift in his seat, no change in posture to reveal an issue of being uncomfortable with the subject matter. "Don't imagine you've seen the lot've'em in one place, or you'd've been a bit more apt to do more than mention them."
Gratuitous Tips: "I do not act as Walker does." The comment was simple enough. Nicholas answered motion by taking his own tumbler in hand, lifting it to mimic the scenting. Primarily to wash away the other aromas that bothered him in just that moment. "Learn. Watch. Study. Then act, when viable. The act, in this case, is to secure information, and share it. If you did not know, you would need to. If you do know, this conversation does little harm, and could possibly serve to inform me on the situation. That is the only reason I am here."
Xavier Darnai: Pawn's gambit. Sacrifice a minor detail in the hopes of learning a more serious one. Carefully he pivoted the glass on the table, lifting the base onto one edge and spinning it around like a gyroscope. "Call me shocked." Walker typically went the other way around. Watching his glass for a moment, he held a breath, letting it out slowly as he contemplated the state of things. "Here I thought Reader'd be the only one to know about them. Nobody else seems to've been paying any serious attention."
Gratuitous Tips: "It's a flaw." The small-talk was offered in return before a slow tasting of the bev was hazarded. It was worth it for the moment to wash away the strange taste that settled on a tongue bored of sensation. Still, the glass was lowered before eyes sought through the establishment in a slow slide. "I recorded locations. Walker does not know. Walker does not need to know. If you feel generous enough to tell me a little, I'll be more than generous enough to leave you to your meal in peace."
Xavier Darnai: "Right." The glass was lift again and he took a quick sip of the Scotch, tilting his head to the side after before he looked to the young man. "What exactly would you like to know, Nick." Setting the glass down again, his right hand disappeared underneath his suit jacket for a moment, taking out the lighter and cigarettes. Thumbing open the box, he prepped one enough to pull it free with his lips before setting the pack down and taking the lighter in his left. Opening the flip-top, he dragged the bandaged thumb against the wheel and bringing the flame to life. His eyes jumped to the dancing fire as he took the first hit, clapping the lighter shut and dropping it as he exhaled.
Gratuitous Tips: "... Not many like you can do that." The words came, almost blatantly, as a begrudging sort of respect. In either regard, attention lowered as if to say 'Or have I met something like you at all before?' This not-so-private inner conversation came and went before a slow slide of a shoulder shrugged it away and a hand dipped into his own jacket pocket. A moment of rifling around, and out came the simple-enough jump-drive to be slid unto the table and covered with a napkin with a surprising amount of fluidity. At that, it was pushed across the table. "Whatever you will share. Should I be concerned? Should I continue to mark their locales and patterns? Should I do these things in your own opinion, of course. Reader mentioned them in the past, as well. It has made me curiouser."
Xavier Darnai: "I'm not sure exactly what it is you think I am, Nicholas." There was a brief moment as the man's eyes narrowed, staring at him. "To be honest, I can't think've many men that can clone themselves, but there're questions you might've walked yourself right on passed if you're certain I'm at the center've'em." His eyes relaxed for a moment as his glass was brought up with another stir. Taking another hit off the cigarette, he reached for the nearby ash tray, tapping off the excess burn-off and bringing it closer while dragging that napkin nearby as well. "If I'd put these together, made them look exactly like me, why would I've given them different dialects'n mannerisms. Body doubles that aren't really body doubles're fairly useless as body doubles." Taking another sip of the Scotch, he followed immediately after with a hit of the cigarette, swallowing down the amber while pushing the smoke out through his nose.
Gratuitous Tips: "... that's precisely why I am here." The answer came, though it ran somewhat contradictory to his earlier statement. Another slow taste of Glen was stolen before heterochromia returned in full to Xavier with a softened smile something more akin to professionalism than flirtation, though no one seemed to know the difference anymore. "--If I act on something clearly tied to you, it could complicate your life. I have no desire to get caught up in your affairs. In sharing this, we have a mutual idea I feel, of what is going on. You likely know why, consciously or otherwise. I am alright with you not saying it. But before I consider acting further, I need to be certain I am not... complicating something that is more your business than my own."
Xavier Darnai: "How observant are you, Nick." The tone of voice the man had mastered was a curious one. It was obvious that he was not politely asking a question, but instead making a statement that prompted a response. He had no malice in his voice, despite the typical gruff and annoyed tone he was so well known for. Looking to the man, he took another hit off the cigarette, exhaling slowly as he awaited what he imagined would be a honest self assessment.
Gratuitous Tips: "Not observant enough to know more than what is on that drive." Xavier got it, but only to the extent of an invitation returned. The youth was not so skilled in delivery, nor the mastery of body language that Xavier portrayed, but he'd been taught and it was clear. Equally clear was the stark leagues-and-miles difference between this man, and the boy Walker introduced. Or really, even Walker. "I have only theories, and a desire to not have you in the category of people I look for over-shoulder. It is a tough place I am left in, and I mislike the feeling."
Xavier Darnai: Lifting his left, he rapidly drummed his fingers against the side of his glass for a series of tinks. Just a little added flourish drew attention to the bandaged hand before he took another sip of the Scotch, setting the glass down and pulling off one last hit of the cigarette before it was snuffed. "Whether're not you're of the opinion I'm the sort that should be trusted, or I'm the sort you'd see coming, the fact is I've no hand in their creation." He held there for a moment, letting the waitress come by with his plate and set it down in front of him. Swiftly enough she made her way back into the kitchen as he picked up the knife in his left and fork in his right. Swiftly, he carved off six bites with the skill of a man who knew how to use a knife. "They're not my agents, and I can't say what it is they're being used for." The sixth bite cut was immediately lift with the fork, and pinned between his teeth as he started to munch away on the perfectly cooked length of beef.
Gratuitous Tips: "But you have agents. And you are used to being untrusted." The response was simple, and telling. Whereas it may have been wise for the late teen to hide his hand with a proper poker-face, he said it plainly upon absence of the waitress before he nodded a slow and cordial sort of nod at the idea. "--it is reason enough to trust you on this, for the moment. I will act as I act. If for some reason you find me to be a problematic variable, my number is eight-six-seven-five-three-oh-nine. As promised, I intend to leave you to your meal, if you would be so kind as to dismiss me."
Xavier Darnai: "It's a good thing I already know how to reach you, because you've left out proper routing on your number." Skewering another bite of the steak, he pulled it from the tines, chewing swiftly and swallowing down as he stared across the table at Nick. "You interrupted it without my permission, I see no need to offer it so you can go've your own accord." The knife had been rest on the edge of the plate, allowing him to pick up his glass again and bring it up immediately for a sip. Setting the glass down again, he watched the young man, taking another bite of the steak and just watching Nick's own level of comfort with the situation at hand.
Gratuitous Tips: "You have access to Reader, and thusly access to me. It is said for ... proper permissions. I apologize, for interrupting your meal." With that, a five dollar bill was set to the tabletop and left, before the youth would begin to rise. Surprisingly, the largest plague on his mind had little to do with Xavier, and more to do with wondering if five dollars was an appropriate tip for a glass of alcohol in a place like this. Were tips even allowed, or was gratuity factored in? Shit, the drink likely cost five, which left the tip entirely to Xavier... dick move. Dick move. Pause... no. No too late now. Just keep walking. Keeeep walking. And to the door he went, presumably to be followed with it's cousin, 'out the door.'
Xavier Darnai: Watching the young man -- oh, was that a five? Watching the boy setting the cash on the table, he sat perfectly still and silent, just letting him go through the process of trying to decide how much he had fucked up before making his way out again. With a twitch in his eye, he took another bite of the steak before closing his eyes and letting a slow breath push out through his nose again. It seemed he would have to move Reader along the board a little faster than he might have thought even after their rather flirtatious discussion the night prior. At least now he knew that Nick was on the same board as she was, and not some new one he would have to plan for in the future.
Gratuitous Tips: ... Five dollars? What was he thinking, he was wearing a suit! How could he tip fiv-- That poor Waitress! That poor Xavi-- Okay, nix that. He was a man, he could man up. These were the thoughts that carried on after Nicholas as he slipped out to leave Xavier entirely in peace.
Xavier Darnai: At least for once Xavier wasn't having someone else attempt to buy his drink for him.
Gratuitous Tips: Fact.
Gratuitous Tips: It likely, to visual extent, looked very much as though Nicholas had tripped through Xavier's wardrobe. The arrival of the youth had come as a very simple thing, lacking fanfare. A charcoal suit dead-ended the fashion of colors into a crisping of the darkness, from undershirt to tie. Of course, this was quite intentional. It was, at most, minutes after his marks own entrance. But rather than approach, first, steps were taken towards the waiting pedestal (assuming one existed) to regard the hostess with a smile, and a slow look around. Provided, as so much of this was, that Xavier was found? A gesture was made in the mans direction as if to silently ask permission into the diner without bothering with affairs sordid or overt beyond... well, a suit.
Xavier Darnai: The sight of someone in a suit on the street wasn't enough to catch his attention, but the sound of the opening door did lift his head from the menu. Nick got a very deadpan stare from the man at his table, watching him as he stood there in front of Natasha's pedestal. Slowly he took a breath, using his foot to kick out the chair opposite fro him at the table as he set the menu down to the side, signaling he was ready to order. Natasha would glance in Xavier's direction briefly before giving the man a nod and waving him on.
Gratuitous Tips: Approach was a casual enough thing, as if they'd been associates for some long while. Natasha was granted a cordial smile before Nicholas would take to nodding an appreciation to Xavier. Lowering into the chair that was kicked out, he kept silent for the moment, waiting for Xavier to finish ordering. No, he adhered to silence for the moment, keeping mismatched eyes set to the door for the better part. Possible exits, obstacles, usable environment.
Xavier Darnai: Nick may have adhered, but without a waitress present, he was under no such obligation himself. Lifting his right foot, he rest it down on his knee with a muted thunk. "I imagine it'd probably be for the best that I've no adoptive mother to come hassle you over exactly what it is that your interest is in me now that it's obvious the stalking's the other way about, neh?" Rust red eyes stared at the man for a brief moment as he sat there, resting his left forearm on the table, leaving his bandaged hand in clear and present view as the fingers quietly drummed scales over the surface.
Gratuitous Tips: "Not like that. I would not be here for that non-sense." The answer was clean, crisp and lacking of the bastard accent Xavier had previously heard of the teen. It was tense enough a moment without paying attention to the hands of his companion at the table. Instead, mismatched eyes answered red ones before casually laying both forearms across the table. "--unless you already know what I came to discuss. In which case, I will excuse myself. Is it safe to ... talk, here?"
Xavier Darnai: "Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not actually paying that much attention to you." It was as close as he seemed to get to telling the man to go right on ahead and get to whatever business seemed to be at hand. There was a brief pause in his stare as he looked up in time to catch the woman taking his menu. "I'll have the skirt steak, love, exceptionally rare and with the day's side along with a glass've the Glenfiddich fifteen. I've no idea if he's planning on eating." There was just a brief motion towards Nick as he turned his attention back to the man.
Gratuitous Tips: "Just a glass of the same, if you don't mind dear. I won't trouble either of you long." The words were surprisingly gentle, but held little intent lasciviously. Natasha could have been a walking puppy with sentience to him, as if she were written off as something other than human for the moment. It was no reason to be impolite. Attention back to Xavier then. "No, I do not imagine you are. But I seem to have a nasty habit of running into your twins."
Xavier Darnai: There was a simple scoff of laughter as he shook his head once at the mention of not being bothered long. He otherwise did not interrupt. As the waitress took the menu and left with the order, he looked to Nick and raised a slow brow at the mention of his twins. "I imagine you're going to need to be a touch more specific, Nicholas."
Gratuitous Tips: "Less accent. Younger. Different word selection. Move differently. Otherwise, carbon copies of you. Several. I am only here to convey it to you, and ask if I should be concerned." The scoff was proven to be the source for a slight hint of irritation in the voice, and it was followed with a gesture aside as if to dismiss the sound from his ears. "--seems anything you do know you will not be so... open about, however."
Xavier Darnai: The drinks came quickly enough and without a follow up from the waitress, both tumblers set in front of the gentlemen before Xavier picked up his own in bandaged fingers. Bringing it to his nose for a moment, he took a slow sniff before tilting the glass back and taking a sip. Lowering the glass again, he stirred it slowly and shook his head. "Something specific you're looking to find out about all've it, or is this just an odd sort've small talk you've decided to test out." There was no shift in his seat, no change in posture to reveal an issue of being uncomfortable with the subject matter. "Don't imagine you've seen the lot've'em in one place, or you'd've been a bit more apt to do more than mention them."
Gratuitous Tips: "I do not act as Walker does." The comment was simple enough. Nicholas answered motion by taking his own tumbler in hand, lifting it to mimic the scenting. Primarily to wash away the other aromas that bothered him in just that moment. "Learn. Watch. Study. Then act, when viable. The act, in this case, is to secure information, and share it. If you did not know, you would need to. If you do know, this conversation does little harm, and could possibly serve to inform me on the situation. That is the only reason I am here."
Xavier Darnai: Pawn's gambit. Sacrifice a minor detail in the hopes of learning a more serious one. Carefully he pivoted the glass on the table, lifting the base onto one edge and spinning it around like a gyroscope. "Call me shocked." Walker typically went the other way around. Watching his glass for a moment, he held a breath, letting it out slowly as he contemplated the state of things. "Here I thought Reader'd be the only one to know about them. Nobody else seems to've been paying any serious attention."
Gratuitous Tips: "It's a flaw." The small-talk was offered in return before a slow tasting of the bev was hazarded. It was worth it for the moment to wash away the strange taste that settled on a tongue bored of sensation. Still, the glass was lowered before eyes sought through the establishment in a slow slide. "I recorded locations. Walker does not know. Walker does not need to know. If you feel generous enough to tell me a little, I'll be more than generous enough to leave you to your meal in peace."
Xavier Darnai: "Right." The glass was lift again and he took a quick sip of the Scotch, tilting his head to the side after before he looked to the young man. "What exactly would you like to know, Nick." Setting the glass down again, his right hand disappeared underneath his suit jacket for a moment, taking out the lighter and cigarettes. Thumbing open the box, he prepped one enough to pull it free with his lips before setting the pack down and taking the lighter in his left. Opening the flip-top, he dragged the bandaged thumb against the wheel and bringing the flame to life. His eyes jumped to the dancing fire as he took the first hit, clapping the lighter shut and dropping it as he exhaled.
Gratuitous Tips: "... Not many like you can do that." The words came, almost blatantly, as a begrudging sort of respect. In either regard, attention lowered as if to say 'Or have I met something like you at all before?' This not-so-private inner conversation came and went before a slow slide of a shoulder shrugged it away and a hand dipped into his own jacket pocket. A moment of rifling around, and out came the simple-enough jump-drive to be slid unto the table and covered with a napkin with a surprising amount of fluidity. At that, it was pushed across the table. "Whatever you will share. Should I be concerned? Should I continue to mark their locales and patterns? Should I do these things in your own opinion, of course. Reader mentioned them in the past, as well. It has made me curiouser."
Xavier Darnai: "I'm not sure exactly what it is you think I am, Nicholas." There was a brief moment as the man's eyes narrowed, staring at him. "To be honest, I can't think've many men that can clone themselves, but there're questions you might've walked yourself right on passed if you're certain I'm at the center've'em." His eyes relaxed for a moment as his glass was brought up with another stir. Taking another hit off the cigarette, he reached for the nearby ash tray, tapping off the excess burn-off and bringing it closer while dragging that napkin nearby as well. "If I'd put these together, made them look exactly like me, why would I've given them different dialects'n mannerisms. Body doubles that aren't really body doubles're fairly useless as body doubles." Taking another sip of the Scotch, he followed immediately after with a hit of the cigarette, swallowing down the amber while pushing the smoke out through his nose.
Gratuitous Tips: "... that's precisely why I am here." The answer came, though it ran somewhat contradictory to his earlier statement. Another slow taste of Glen was stolen before heterochromia returned in full to Xavier with a softened smile something more akin to professionalism than flirtation, though no one seemed to know the difference anymore. "--If I act on something clearly tied to you, it could complicate your life. I have no desire to get caught up in your affairs. In sharing this, we have a mutual idea I feel, of what is going on. You likely know why, consciously or otherwise. I am alright with you not saying it. But before I consider acting further, I need to be certain I am not... complicating something that is more your business than my own."
Xavier Darnai: "How observant are you, Nick." The tone of voice the man had mastered was a curious one. It was obvious that he was not politely asking a question, but instead making a statement that prompted a response. He had no malice in his voice, despite the typical gruff and annoyed tone he was so well known for. Looking to the man, he took another hit off the cigarette, exhaling slowly as he awaited what he imagined would be a honest self assessment.
Gratuitous Tips: "Not observant enough to know more than what is on that drive." Xavier got it, but only to the extent of an invitation returned. The youth was not so skilled in delivery, nor the mastery of body language that Xavier portrayed, but he'd been taught and it was clear. Equally clear was the stark leagues-and-miles difference between this man, and the boy Walker introduced. Or really, even Walker. "I have only theories, and a desire to not have you in the category of people I look for over-shoulder. It is a tough place I am left in, and I mislike the feeling."
Xavier Darnai: Lifting his left, he rapidly drummed his fingers against the side of his glass for a series of tinks. Just a little added flourish drew attention to the bandaged hand before he took another sip of the Scotch, setting the glass down and pulling off one last hit of the cigarette before it was snuffed. "Whether're not you're of the opinion I'm the sort that should be trusted, or I'm the sort you'd see coming, the fact is I've no hand in their creation." He held there for a moment, letting the waitress come by with his plate and set it down in front of him. Swiftly enough she made her way back into the kitchen as he picked up the knife in his left and fork in his right. Swiftly, he carved off six bites with the skill of a man who knew how to use a knife. "They're not my agents, and I can't say what it is they're being used for." The sixth bite cut was immediately lift with the fork, and pinned between his teeth as he started to munch away on the perfectly cooked length of beef.
Gratuitous Tips: "But you have agents. And you are used to being untrusted." The response was simple, and telling. Whereas it may have been wise for the late teen to hide his hand with a proper poker-face, he said it plainly upon absence of the waitress before he nodded a slow and cordial sort of nod at the idea. "--it is reason enough to trust you on this, for the moment. I will act as I act. If for some reason you find me to be a problematic variable, my number is eight-six-seven-five-three-oh-nine. As promised, I intend to leave you to your meal, if you would be so kind as to dismiss me."
Xavier Darnai: "It's a good thing I already know how to reach you, because you've left out proper routing on your number." Skewering another bite of the steak, he pulled it from the tines, chewing swiftly and swallowing down as he stared across the table at Nick. "You interrupted it without my permission, I see no need to offer it so you can go've your own accord." The knife had been rest on the edge of the plate, allowing him to pick up his glass again and bring it up immediately for a sip. Setting the glass down again, he watched the young man, taking another bite of the steak and just watching Nick's own level of comfort with the situation at hand.
Gratuitous Tips: "You have access to Reader, and thusly access to me. It is said for ... proper permissions. I apologize, for interrupting your meal." With that, a five dollar bill was set to the tabletop and left, before the youth would begin to rise. Surprisingly, the largest plague on his mind had little to do with Xavier, and more to do with wondering if five dollars was an appropriate tip for a glass of alcohol in a place like this. Were tips even allowed, or was gratuity factored in? Shit, the drink likely cost five, which left the tip entirely to Xavier... dick move. Dick move. Pause... no. No too late now. Just keep walking. Keeeep walking. And to the door he went, presumably to be followed with it's cousin, 'out the door.'
Xavier Darnai: Watching the young man -- oh, was that a five? Watching the boy setting the cash on the table, he sat perfectly still and silent, just letting him go through the process of trying to decide how much he had fucked up before making his way out again. With a twitch in his eye, he took another bite of the steak before closing his eyes and letting a slow breath push out through his nose again. It seemed he would have to move Reader along the board a little faster than he might have thought even after their rather flirtatious discussion the night prior. At least now he knew that Nick was on the same board as she was, and not some new one he would have to plan for in the future.
Gratuitous Tips: ... Five dollars? What was he thinking, he was wearing a suit! How could he tip fiv-- That poor Waitress! That poor Xavi-- Okay, nix that. He was a man, he could man up. These were the thoughts that carried on after Nicholas as he slipped out to leave Xavier entirely in peace.
Xavier Darnai: At least for once Xavier wasn't having someone else attempt to buy his drink for him.
Gratuitous Tips: Fact.
