Cooling Heels

Who: Mathias and open
Where: Babylon
When: Late evening

The eldest of the Lockwood clan rested back against the bar, playing an unlit cigarette between the fingers of his right hand absently. He was bored, insanely, completely bored. What charm the idea of doing this had had for the first few days, if it had had any at all, had worn off now. He'd never been cut out for the world of work, and whilst his duties here were few, that only made things worse - he couldn't even claim to be busy in the hours he spent here. Mostly, he passed his time talking to random customers and - well, mostly that was it. Talking to people. Which, okay, he was good at that, but what he wasn't good at was being forced to be somewhere. However, he'd promised, he'd made a deal, so here he was. Standing at the bar, looking for someone to talk to to fill the time.