"Guy" flinches from the light having been caught completely off guard. The black figure stands motionless for a half a moment before sweeping into a deep, theatrical bow, the hand with the cigarette held out perhaps a tad more gracefully than was expected.
"My thanks! But, pray, excuse me. I fear the bartender has misplaced the beer and I have promised to help him find it."
With that, the cape is swished once more towards the bar.
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Date: 2006-07-17 12:50 am (UTC)"My thanks! But, pray, excuse me. I fear the bartender has misplaced the beer and I have promised to help him find it."
With that, the cape is swished once more towards the bar.