Edgar shows up at the Winking Wolf about twenty minutes after the end of his shift at Max's, with a box of the day's leftover pastries.
He hasn't had time to take any serious pains with his appearance (and it might not have occurred to him anyway), but at least he's made sure that there aren't any soapy-water stains on his t-shirt or jeans.
Ren's resolution - because going all the way back to the Castle to change seems like her own personal hell - is the hoik her tits up and the front of her shirt down. That'll do. No need to make it seem like she made a real effort. Between the black vest top, denim shorts and plaid shirt over the top, it didn't look like she was being too fussy.
"Yo, Eddie, come in! Lock the door behind you." Ren calls from behind the bar when she spots him. It wasn't in her temperament right now to actually serve customers. Garou rarely made for good customer service agents.
It doesn't look like she's being too fussy at all, and it looks damn good on her, is Edgar's opinion on the subject.
"Just us here then, is it?" Edgar says cheerfully, tucking the box under one arm so he can lock the door as asked. "Or let me guess, this is where a dozen people jump out and yell surprise?"
"Hell no. That sounds like a fuckin' nightmare. I hate surprise parties. I nearly sparked out me cousin at a surprise birthday once." In her defence, the daft lad had jumped forward when the family popped out and yelled surprise. And Ren, reacting through instinct, had swung for him. "Just us. I really wasn't in the mood to pull pints for a load of arseholes."
"Pint? I promised Max I wouldn't let y'get steamin' drunk again." Ren admitted with a laugh, starting the process of pulling pints for the both of them. "But what Maxie don't hear, he can't bitch about."
Edgar laughs. "Pint's all right, anyway, can't get drunk off just that."
He'll hop up onto a barstool and watch her draw the two pints. It's always enjoyable to watch someone do something they're good at, especially if they're already easy on the eyes.
"Aye, but y'know what Max is like." Like a bloody Mother Hen. She'd never met a man who liked to meddle in other people's business so much, it reminded her of the mums at the sept who gossiped among themselves.
Ren placed two pints on the bartop and then with surprising grace, pulled herself over the bar with a quick hop so she was on the same side as Edgar. "So, I'm figuring I didn't piss y'off too bad then?"
"Nah," he says, and leans just slightly to bump her shoulder with his. "Might be more pissed off right now if it was your idea of a prank, but wasn't your idea at all, was it?"
"Good." She seems satisfied now that she's heard it from him face to face. "Fuck no, my pranks are funny." See; the whole situation with Max and the cucumbers. "I kind of want t'make a point of not pissin' you off." Because, you know, she fancied him. A bit. Kind of.
"Yeah, you're good like that." Ren agreed, leaning over to nudge him with her shoulder. "S'why you make good company. Everyone else here feel so fuckin' up their own arses most of the time." With that many Lords, Ladies and Royalty knocking about it was hard some days not to feel self-conscious. But Eddie felt familiar, cut from the same cloth as she was.
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Come to the pub whenever y'fancy. Drinks are on me.
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Could be there this evening?
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Just be you 'nd me, mind, the fuckin' bartender fucked off.
[Not that she thinks he'll mind that too much.]
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[Cool. She gets a few hours first to have a small panic about whether she should bother making an effort with her appearance.]
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Edgar shows up at the Winking Wolf about twenty minutes after the end of his shift at Max's, with a box of the day's leftover pastries.
He hasn't had time to take any serious pains with his appearance (and it might not have occurred to him anyway), but at least he's made sure that there aren't any soapy-water stains on his t-shirt or jeans.
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"Yo, Eddie, come in! Lock the door behind you." Ren calls from behind the bar when she spots him. It wasn't in her temperament right now to actually serve customers. Garou rarely made for good customer service agents.
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"Just us here then, is it?" Edgar says cheerfully, tucking the box under one arm so he can lock the door as asked. "Or let me guess, this is where a dozen people jump out and yell surprise?"
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He'll hop up onto a barstool and watch her draw the two pints. It's always enjoyable to watch someone do something they're good at, especially if they're already easy on the eyes.
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Ren placed two pints on the bartop and then with surprising grace, pulled herself over the bar with a quick hop so she was on the same side as Edgar. "So, I'm figuring I didn't piss y'off too bad then?"
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Because he fancies her, a bit, kind of, and also because the idea of her pissed off is mildly terrifying.
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