Quite The Entrance [Open]

Well, she didn't know him. Disappointing, but sadly normal for Adam despite his bold introduction. He finished dusting himself off and tried to fruitlessly neaten up the table and food, but quickly gave up when it was clear he'd done more damage than he could casually fix in ten seconds. Where was he from? Seemed kind of a conversational question to be asking when he'd just smashed onto a table. He'd been expecting why the fuck are you in my dinner? Or you absolute dashing devil, I don't care that you sat on my broccoli, kiss me! But at least he had a good answer for where he was from. "Ah, no where in particular. Some lil shitty village out in the mountains. But really I'm from the roads, you know. Grew up in the inns and beds of strangers." He thought this line sounded wonderfully humble and charming both at the same time, the perfect introduction to who he was trying to be. He leaned up against the remains of the table. "So...you got a name or not? And uh...what pub is this? I don't...recognise it. Could just be cos I wasn't really here last time I was here, if you get my drift." adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave