[ When Eames enters the bar, November is fairly sure he knows it's him, even without having seen a picture. There's a set to his shoulders and the way his eyes scan the crowd means he's looking for someone.
Thankfully, he's correct in his read. And he is thankful, because Eames is good looking along with being sharp witted. His lucky day.
November uncrosses his legs and sets the heels of his shoes along the stool bar under him, extends a hand out in greeting. ]
You presume correctly, Eames. [ Having shaken so many politician's hands, he opts for something a little less formal. His hand lingers, long fingers brushing over Eames' wrist before he pulls away. ]
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Thankfully, he's correct in his read. And he is thankful, because Eames is good looking along with being sharp witted. His lucky day.
November uncrosses his legs and sets the heels of his shoes along the stool bar under him, extends a hand out in greeting. ]
You presume correctly, Eames. [ Having shaken so many politician's hands, he opts for something a little less formal. His hand lingers, long fingers brushing over Eames' wrist before he pulls away. ]
Please, let me get you a drink.