The Judge clasped his hands on the bartop as he awaited his drink, letting his gauntleted fingers intertwine neatly and evenly mere ilms from the wooden surface. Given his rigid and proper manner of sitting, one would have hard pressed to consider it a relaxing pose even if he wasn't balking the standards of comfort by coming dressed to the nines in plate. Not that he himself minded, considering how much of his life he had spent within the armor. To him, it was more of a second skin than anything else.
Motion at his side caught his attention, sending his eyes flitting that way even as the rest of his body remained motionless. A masked figure reading a newspaper, female, Miqo'te. The paper in question was the Tonberry's Lantern, a disreputable piece of literature with its more ostentatious articles penned by one Spahro Llorne. Disreputable articles written by a disreputable person for a disreputable tabloid. Jredthys' eyes turned forward again even as they narrowed in understanding. Yes, that was the way it should be.
Inessa's mutterings reached his ears even as his drink arrived, condensation already finding purchase along the surface of the glass. The Judge unfurled one hand from its clasped resting place and gingerly wrapped his gauntleted fingers around the drink. The other lifted the visor of his helm just enough to allow a sip of the drink to drain into the darkness within, done with the practiced ease of someone who had done such things many, many times before. He paused briefly before setting the glass down again.
Yes, two parts dry gin and one part dry vermouth, shaken rather than stirred as per his request. Of course, he would have also begrudgingly accepted ratios of 3:1 or 4:1, since they were also technically still valid martinis. He preferred his at the proper 2:1, however. The proper ratio for a proper martini, made in the proper manner to be imbided at the proper location.
Perhaps light conversation would be next? The mutterings of the Miqo'te had not been directed at him, but they had been said loudly enough for him to overhear. Perhaps it was meant to be something for him to respond to. Speaking about the news was an acceptable topic for the aformentioned light conversation, after all, along with the weather and showing alarm at the drastic increase of prices on a particular sundry. He would engage.
"NO."
Great addition to the conversation, Jredthys.
Motion at his side caught his attention, sending his eyes flitting that way even as the rest of his body remained motionless. A masked figure reading a newspaper, female, Miqo'te. The paper in question was the Tonberry's Lantern, a disreputable piece of literature with its more ostentatious articles penned by one Spahro Llorne. Disreputable articles written by a disreputable person for a disreputable tabloid. Jredthys' eyes turned forward again even as they narrowed in understanding. Yes, that was the way it should be.
Inessa's mutterings reached his ears even as his drink arrived, condensation already finding purchase along the surface of the glass. The Judge unfurled one hand from its clasped resting place and gingerly wrapped his gauntleted fingers around the drink. The other lifted the visor of his helm just enough to allow a sip of the drink to drain into the darkness within, done with the practiced ease of someone who had done such things many, many times before. He paused briefly before setting the glass down again.
Yes, two parts dry gin and one part dry vermouth, shaken rather than stirred as per his request. Of course, he would have also begrudgingly accepted ratios of 3:1 or 4:1, since they were also technically still valid martinis. He preferred his at the proper 2:1, however. The proper ratio for a proper martini, made in the proper manner to be imbided at the proper location.
Perhaps light conversation would be next? The mutterings of the Miqo'te had not been directed at him, but they had been said loudly enough for him to overhear. Perhaps it was meant to be something for him to respond to. Speaking about the news was an acceptable topic for the aformentioned light conversation, after all, along with the weather and showing alarm at the drastic increase of prices on a particular sundry. He would engage.
"NO."
Great addition to the conversation, Jredthys.
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