Tie One On

If Adam noticed Peter's awkwardness he didn't seem to be bothered or effected by it at all, easily strolling into the Rathskeller and greeting people there who he'd come to know in the last few days. It had always been a talent of his to make fast friends wherever he went, and it had been no different here; it appeared people really were just people even in...Hell? Another dimension? He took a hearty gulp from his own drink in contrast to Peter's dainty sip and put his feet up on a spare chair next to him, melting into the scene as if he had always been there (and in a way, he had. He'd grown up in bars much like this). "Huh? Oh. Nah, just that I don't have one anymore. I'm a Highwayman, usually, best damn one there is, but..." Adam looked about and tutted as if disappointed in the place. "No roads here, no guards. What the hell is the point? Guess I just gotta go back to being a boring thief. It's lacking the fucking glamour, you know?" Peter probably didn't, but Adam breezed past that. "You look like a criminal sort. Assassin? Thief?" He asked the question casually, looking down into his mug and only briefly glancing at Peter sideways at the end of the question. ADAM And I don’t like to bare my soul to strangers But show me yours and I’ll show you mine