[ Alternatively, Xavier could spend half his life in bars anymore. As usual, this one is full of glass and reflective surfaces and chrome, a light-year or two apart from the warm wood and brass of a proper English pub, with its culture and tradition steeped into each grain and nick and scrape. And space beer isn't any better than space spirits.
But it will all just have to do. Despite the fact his focus is down turned on the two long glasses he is currently emptying frothy amber liquid into, he is, in fact, on high alert, affording him the same arrogance that allows him to have his back turned to the door.
Definitely no assassins lurking in the rafters here.
Slacks, a sweater vest, neat shoes, and a button down with the sleeves rolled all make up his wardrobe, very likely what he was wearing before he came down. Its this sort of tailored nondescriptness that has worked for him rather effectively in real life, but matters very little when the backdrop is a horror space ship orbiting unknown stars. ]
aaand action.
But it will all just have to do. Despite the fact his focus is down turned on the two long glasses he is currently emptying frothy amber liquid into, he is, in fact, on high alert, affording him the same arrogance that allows him to have his back turned to the door.
Definitely no assassins lurking in the rafters here.
Slacks, a sweater vest, neat shoes, and a button down with the sleeves rolled all make up his wardrobe, very likely what he was wearing before he came down. Its this sort of tailored nondescriptness that has worked for him rather effectively in real life, but matters very little when the backdrop is a horror space ship orbiting unknown stars. ]