Singing as they work, huh. If a..."bodyguard" like me did that, they'd be deemed a lunatic. Guess different strokes for different folks...
[Even in lively places like this, one must stand their guard - there is a tension in his shoulders as they move to the jazz bar, his gaze brightening for a moment as he casts it over the edges of the room and the people around. When it doesn't seem like any apparent threats stick out, he relaxes by a margin, only barely noticing the hand move up and down at her side.]
...It doesn't look off.
[His best attempt at reassurance, perhaps.]
[The request makes him look over at the bartender, thinking, before he draws their attention with a tap on the counter, speaking over his shoulder to her.]
You like sake, don't you. [And to the bartender:] Two ginger nama genshu, if you know it.
[He's settling back to grab a bar stool, taking a seat.]
I had it once upon a time. It has bourbon, if I remember correctly.
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[Even in lively places like this, one must stand their guard - there is a tension in his shoulders as they move to the jazz bar, his gaze brightening for a moment as he casts it over the edges of the room and the people around. When it doesn't seem like any apparent threats stick out, he relaxes by a margin, only barely noticing the hand move up and down at her side.]
...It doesn't look off.
[His best attempt at reassurance, perhaps.]
[The request makes him look over at the bartender, thinking, before he draws their attention with a tap on the counter, speaking over his shoulder to her.]
You like sake, don't you. [And to the bartender:] Two ginger nama genshu, if you know it.
[He's settling back to grab a bar stool, taking a seat.]
I had it once upon a time. It has bourbon, if I remember correctly.