[ She picks someplace close to where he's been lounging in a rooftop garden he's definitely not supposed to be in. So he climbs down a building, as you do, and he's just about there. No big deal, it's fine.
It's not a bad place: not as well-kept as Red Wings, but not as dingy a dive as most of the other bars he's wandered into since his arrival in New Amsterdam. (Sometimes he's not in the mood to deal with Red Wings' clientele, either.) By the time Kyna gets there, he's sitting at the bar with two beers, an eye on the door so he can wave at her. ]
Over here--got a drink for you.
[ First round's on him, Kyna. No promises on the rest of 'em. ]
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It's not a bad place: not as well-kept as Red Wings, but not as dingy a dive as most of the other bars he's wandered into since his arrival in New Amsterdam. (Sometimes he's not in the mood to deal with Red Wings' clientele, either.) By the time Kyna gets there, he's sitting at the bar with two beers, an eye on the door so he can wave at her. ]
Over here--got a drink for you.
[ First round's on him, Kyna. No promises on the rest of 'em. ]