[they jam their hands into their trouser pockets and smile. they may be somewhat more well-dressed than this bar typically gets, but they're hoping that they may be able to pass themself off as a salaryman who's already gotten rid of their tie and shoved it in their pocket. hopefully. come on, levi, you've done this hundreds of times before in higher-stakes situations.]
Sounds like a plan. Let's do this.
[they tilt their neck enough to come just shy of cracking it, straighten their back to their full 5'3 frame that they hope is either imposing or nondescript enough for people to not mess with them, and pull open the door. politeness escapes them, so they don't immediately remember to hold it open for mona, but they do jut out their hand to grab it for her after a quick self-correction.]
[inside, they're not sure if it's much different from a standard bar around here; they haven't had the chance to follow up with majima for that drink yet. they see the bar, bottles of alcohol with names they don't always recognize illuminated by mirrors with a slight neon glow to the shelving. there's tables set up in the back, some for billiards or poker or just eating terrible food. smoke hangs in the air back there too, coming from a few people who don't at least look too dissimilar to leviathan. maybe they'll be able to blend in more easily than expected.]
[they walk up to the bar, then; the two of them have that plan of theirs, yes, but it would be impolite and extremely suspicious to just start searching without having a little to drink. they tug at the brim of their cap by way of greeting.]
Two of whatever she wants. [they indicate mona and speak not exactly gruffly, but they're trying to command the kind of presence that doesn't get questions. the bartender doesn't seem particularly impressed, but at least seems patient enough to humor this display.]
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Sounds like a plan. Let's do this.
[they tilt their neck enough to come just shy of cracking it, straighten their back to their full 5'3 frame that they hope is either imposing or nondescript enough for people to not mess with them, and pull open the door. politeness escapes them, so they don't immediately remember to hold it open for mona, but they do jut out their hand to grab it for her after a quick self-correction.]
[inside, they're not sure if it's much different from a standard bar around here; they haven't had the chance to follow up with majima for that drink yet. they see the bar, bottles of alcohol with names they don't always recognize illuminated by mirrors with a slight neon glow to the shelving. there's tables set up in the back, some for billiards or poker or just eating terrible food. smoke hangs in the air back there too, coming from a few people who don't at least look too dissimilar to leviathan. maybe they'll be able to blend in more easily than expected.]
[they walk up to the bar, then; the two of them have that plan of theirs, yes, but it would be impolite and extremely suspicious to just start searching without having a little to drink. they tug at the brim of their cap by way of greeting.]
Two of whatever she wants. [they indicate mona and speak not exactly gruffly, but they're trying to command the kind of presence that doesn't get questions. the bartender doesn't seem particularly impressed, but at least seems patient enough to humor this display.]