In truth, Arthur wasn't much of a scotch drink as much as a smooth bourbon but he could hold his own. He arched a brow. "Have you ever had absinthe outside of America? Do they still allow it in England," he asked, enjoying this between them.
"None at all," he agreed, nodding. "Usually I'm here only on business but..." He paused, considering. "Let's just say I informed Cobb, and another who wanted me for a job, that I wasn't available until next week. So now, with the letter delivered and all well, I have a week to myself with no one knowing where I am. Let's be honest. The man they would hire to find me, is me," he said, sounding smug and content, and delivering the news of how things had gone.
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Date: 2012-05-23 03:40 am (UTC)"None at all," he agreed, nodding. "Usually I'm here only on business but..." He paused, considering. "Let's just say I informed Cobb, and another who wanted me for a job, that I wasn't available until next week. So now, with the letter delivered and all well, I have a week to myself with no one knowing where I am. Let's be honest. The man they would hire to find me, is me," he said, sounding smug and content, and delivering the news of how things had gone.
Arthur nodded at the waiter. "Make that two."