ericianmuses

There are distinctly different reactions from the two who enter the bar today.

The first (and, judging by their body language, the one in charge), a small, red-haired young woman in expensive but practical clothes, looks more exasperated than anything. It's a well-humoured exasperation (and truth be told, she might be more glad than anything) though, and she stows the file she's holding under her arm and heads to the bar immediately.

The second - an extremely tall, rather broad-shouldered dark-haired young man, with glowing marks visible peeking out from under his sleeves, and the collar of his shirt - follows, turning about on his heel to take in the whole bar as he walks.

"Two peppermint tea, if you would, Lady Bar," the young woman says. At the slightly forlorn look from her companion, she adds, "when next you accompany my brother here, I'm sure he'll buy you all the alcohol you could wish for."

Her companion just sourly plucks the tea up off the bar.

[OOC: Two pups, one mun. Tag one or both.]