[ Which is to say, he needs to change clothes (and he doesn't exactly have a lot of things to choose from at this point, let's be real) and mentally prepare himself. Not so much for Kyna but the rest of the possibilities that might lie ahead, such as a hangover and seven new connections he hadn't been intending to make.
He signals her on the phone upon arrival, seeking out Kyna. Blake's managed to at least looks presentable, but he's still using that scrub top under a sweater because options are limited. ]
Hey. Thanks for invitin' me. Guess we both needed a night out.
[Kyna's snagged a booth off to the side, easy to spot from the door. The bar is nice, but much smaller than Red Wings. It's got a cozy vibe, and is clearly trying to mimic an old, historic Amsterdam bar with fake dark wood and low lighting. It's chill, which Kyna thought they could both use.
She waves a bit, wiggling her fingers when she spots him.]
[ As he waves back, he shakes off her concern and slides into the booth across from Kyna. He's not cheery, no, but at least he doesn't look annoyed (or haunted). Just his usual level of perturbed. ]
Are you? What's goin' on? You look nice, at least from what I can see in here.
[ These are not complaints but, in fact, the rare part of Blake that reads a little bit bitchy thanks to his only-child(ish)ness and slight amount of high school level loyalty he starts showing people he cares about. It's not shade towards Kyna's choice, or shade towards the bar itself, just some insurance in case they need something else to talk about before they get to any potentially bad news. ]
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[ Which is to say, he needs to change clothes (and he doesn't exactly have a lot of things to choose from at this point, let's be real) and mentally prepare himself. Not so much for Kyna but the rest of the possibilities that might lie ahead, such as a hangover and seven new connections he hadn't been intending to make.
He signals her on the phone upon arrival, seeking out Kyna. Blake's managed to at least looks presentable, but he's still using that scrub top under a sweater because options are limited. ]
Hey. Thanks for invitin' me. Guess we both needed a night out.
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She waves a bit, wiggling her fingers when she spots him.]
Yeah, I guess so. You okay?
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[ As he waves back, he shakes off her concern and slides into the booth across from Kyna. He's not cheery, no, but at least he doesn't look annoyed (or haunted). Just his usual level of perturbed. ]
Are you? What's goin' on? You look nice, at least from what I can see in here.
[ These are not complaints but, in fact, the rare part of Blake that reads a little bit bitchy thanks to his only-child(ish)ness and slight amount of high school level loyalty he starts showing people he cares about. It's not shade towards Kyna's choice, or shade towards the bar itself, just some insurance in case they need something else to talk about before they get to any potentially bad news. ]
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Sweet as always, huh? I need a few more drinks before I start whining.
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[ Deadpan, as usual. Blake's amusement hidden underneath all of that is probably getting easier to spot, at least. ]
I'm not in a hurry, just didn't know how serious the complaints were. Is it double bourbon serious of gin and tonic serious?
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[She says it playfully, nudging his arm across the table.]
I was gonna go with tequila.