[ All of it is strange to him, this new world he's been plunged into without so much as a by-your-leave, but Graves is nothing if not adaptable when it's absolutely imperative to his survival. He learns quickly, accustoming himself to the TAB and everything else that's turning up. Funny, hours ago he would never have believed the absurd notion of life beyond their skies, and now here he is, right in the nexus of it.
A stiff drink is in order, he's decided, which is why he turns up here at Lux. It's wholly different from what Graves is used to -- No-Maj speakeasies were covert, quiet affairs, and so were the ones belonging to wizards. This one seems to break from the norm right out here, but Graves finds that there are worse things to worry about than conspicuously placed bars like these.
He seats himself beside another well-dressed gentleman before he makes his order. Graves might not be one for company, but he finds that getting out and about is a much better deal with regards to finding a way home. Shutting yourself off, always a losing strategy. ]
lucifer, please!
A stiff drink is in order, he's decided, which is why he turns up here at Lux. It's wholly different from what Graves is used to -- No-Maj speakeasies were covert, quiet affairs, and so were the ones belonging to wizards. This one seems to break from the norm right out here, but Graves finds that there are worse things to worry about than conspicuously placed bars like these.
He seats himself beside another well-dressed gentleman before he makes his order. Graves might not be one for company, but he finds that getting out and about is a much better deal with regards to finding a way home. Shutting yourself off, always a losing strategy. ]
Your finest whiskey, please.