Adrian Fraser and Rhys Owens // Death God Rising, OCs // Barplace
There's a blond guy leaning on the bar. He's surrounded by loose pieces of paper covered in scribbled notes and traced circles, but his attention seems to fully be on the tower of straws that he's slowly building up from the bartop. It's already almost halfway to his chin. He's biting his lip in concentration, ignoring the hair falling into his face.
There may be Consequences for anyone who knocks down his tower.
Down the bar, an older gentleman is staring at his pint glass of Guinness like it holds all the answers in the world. Maybe it does. Or at least the answer for the problem he has troubling him, because he doesn't look all that happy, in spite of the Guinness and the plate of cheese bread next to him.
Cheer him up?