[ Of course Damian was early, and he'd spent the following thirty minutes strongly considering poisoning Hentzau's drink. The urge grew as the minutes passed, but he'd known from the first contemplation that it was a bad idea. Even something mild and largely harmless, just to befuddle the senses and let truths slip more easily past the man's frustrating lips, would be pretty obvious. He'll be expecting something like that.
Regretfully, he refrains. The only silver lining is that it might be a little more fun to reverse psychology the entire matter.
So instead of getting up to anything too dastardly he sits peaceable and patient, idly sipping something bright blue and overly sweet. He smiles around the rim when his late company finally deigns to appear, and looks as if he hasn't even noticed the time. He waves off the sorry excuse for an apology. ]
Of course I did. [ His smile goes ever so slightly sly as he pushes the perfectly fine glass of tequila down the bartop toward Hentzau. ] What kind of friend would I be otherwise?
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Regretfully, he refrains. The only silver lining is that it might be a little more fun to reverse psychology the entire matter.
So instead of getting up to anything too dastardly he sits peaceable and patient, idly sipping something bright blue and overly sweet. He smiles around the rim when his late company finally deigns to appear, and looks as if he hasn't even noticed the time. He waves off the sorry excuse for an apology. ]
Of course I did. [ His smile goes ever so slightly sly as he pushes the perfectly fine glass of tequila down the bartop toward Hentzau. ] What kind of friend would I be otherwise?