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[hadyougoing]

Didn't Riley say he had some business with the Bar?

That seems to make it the place where Ava's most likely to find him, so she is currently making her way in that direction, slacks swishing. She hasn't really done formalish pants? But they're kinda fun.

(Not to mention more workplace-appropriate than her jeans. Everybody wins!)

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[shortofcrazy]

Riley is not so much doing business with the bar as, uh ... sitting at the bar. They're sort of similar? He's typing into a word processing window on a battered laptop. This one's a Dell rather than his usual Macbook; this is the back-up computer that he leaves with the bar so that he has something to work on if he comes in without his laptop.

He's absently biting his lower lip as he types; he has a pen tucked haphazardly behind his left ear (especially haphazard because it's resting awkwardly on top of the left temple arm of his glasses) and a couple sheets of typed notes in front of him.

[hadyougoing]

Bingo!

Ava smiles faintly at the serious business face, though she does wonder if there actually is serious business. It didn't seem like it?

She'll find out.

"Hey."

[shortofcrazy]

-- Riley whacks the keyboard and turns around so fast that the pen behind his ear goes flying.

"...Hi," he says ruefully.

(The pen rolls under a table.)

[hadyougoing]

Ava's hand flies to her mouth as she suppresses a giggle (poorly) and glances around in contrition for the fallen pen.

"Oh, sorry!"