Life moved too fast. He finally gets off his operating table to get a drink only to have to go back to meet Fanya. He finally gets his drink, gets a good sip in and returns to meet his employer only to find that the group from the Wastes had arrived. Of course, he had just missed her and now he had to wait who knows how long. What a bother. At least he had a bottle of the Black Brew to pass the time. The others in the room went in and out of the room while he kept a vigil on his spot of the wall. The others had probably thought him a simple drunk that had stumbled into the waiting room and somehow had fallen asleep standing up. A crooked grin, resembling a crescent moon grew upon his face. He had become a fly on the wall, a position he enjoyed. When people expect nothing of you, your deeds become extraordinary. And if they're extraordinary to start with, then they become awe-inspiring.<br/><br/>He watched, observed, gathered what he could. Friendships, and adversity between members, a little of their mannerisms. Each small detail was taken in and used to make inferences about each of their respective personalities. What he'd do with this information was uncertain. It just felt nice to simply know. In due time he was alone with Louie and the odor of alcohol.<br/><br/>He made his way back to his normal haunt, the bar. Some of the others had already taken up a stake and received their own drinks. He looked at each of their drinks, pink mohawk had the Ty-ku Poison, a good little thing for wetting his lips. Her admirer had whiskey with a Nuka Cola chaser, conservative. The ghoul and blue mohawk seemed to have something else. He looked down at his bottle, now dangerously close to empty and compared. His eyebrows shot up like corks from champagne bottles. They seemed to have taken a liking to the Brew. He gracefully sat down on the other side of the blue mohawked woman before showing his near empty bottle to Vega. Louie curled down next to the barstool before dozing off. The fine aroma of alcohol wafted around him like a silk scarf, he looked over at the pair of women and reached out his hand as a second bottle of the Brew was placed in it.<br/><br/>He stared the pair down, blue mohawk was starting to sway while the ghoul still seemed remarkably sober. He flashed a friendly smile, "<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">So it seems you've taken a liking to my favorite drink here. How's she treating you?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>