[He barely acknowledges the bourbon in his hand, trailing his finger over the rim of the glass, keeping up with natural movements while he assesses the other people. No-one gave him more than a second glance, except for some business man in the furthest corner of the bar and Five was pretty sure it had nothing to do with his status as an alien. He turns back to Owen, grinning.]
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Date: 2011-08-09 04:38 pm (UTC)All good here.