This evening, however, finds him in one of the more ragtag local bars, the sort of establishment which makes an asset out of fundamentally faulty lighting, laconic and mildly flown. From time to time he is accosted by acquaintances, none of whom get more than a nod and an insult with an endearment attached. One of the people who approaches him thus is Alexis, unaccompanied and significantly less sparkled than when they had met a few weeks previously. He makes up for this loss with a combination of vivid colors that come across clearly even in the dim bar. Nice to see you.
Grant glances up, and winces elaborately.
Alexis pokes his arm. That'd be cruel and unusual. To talk to you. If I was, we'd be gone by now. He snaps his fingers.