"You've reached Gustave. I am not available at this time, but feel free to leave me a, what is it, a 'voicemail'? Clever... Ah, I will respond promptly. ร bientรดt."
( he knows exactly who verso is referring to. the poor android tried his best, though gustave was more interested in its functionality than in its ability to serve drinks.
stepping off the bike, he dusts off his shirt as he glances up and about the place.
beggars can't be choosers, etc.
once verso has his motorcycle parked and is moving about, gustave will say, shall we?, and make his way inside. the atmosphere definitely feels like a 'hole in the wall', but the bartender greets them most kindly, so it might just be a good sign. up the counter he goes, sitting up on one of the stools there.
at the bartender's remark for what they'll have, gustave turns to verso, )
[He sidles into a barstool next to Gustave, seeming well enough at home in an atmosphere like this one. There were days, long ago, when fancy establishments were his bread and butter, but now? He's more a skrunkly, hole-in-the-wall kinda guy, keeping to himself and his wine glass more often that not.
The bartender seems to recognize him, granting them both friendly grins.]
Ah, Louis, good to see you again. How about the top-shelf stuff you mentioned las time? From the, ah, crate that floated in from one of the old diffusion zones?
[The Bourdeux stuff, Verso? Really looking to treat this friend of yours, eh? He winks. Coming right up.]
Thanks. [Verso flashes him a charming smile in return.] You can just leave the bottle. [A side glance at Gustave soon after-] Apparently, wine and spirits from other diffusion zones surprise the populace now and again. I figured why not be brave and give it a try.
( in the entire back-and-forth, gustave watches in bemusement at how easily acclimated verso seems to have become to the local watering hole and being in the good graces of the procurer of wine and spirits. it seems like something someone from lumiรจre would be far too engrossed in getting right, certainly. )
Might as well.
( once the bottle is brought, along with the glasses, and they are served the wine, gustave takes a moment to look at the bottle. there is french script on the label, which reminds him immediately of him. )
Grand vin, Chรขteau Bellegrave...
( unfamiliar to him, regardless. he turns to verso, placing the bottle down. )
Should be good. ( after all, it's wineโ he grabs at his glass. ) To you, mon ami.
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( he knows exactly who verso is referring to. the poor android tried his best, though gustave was more interested in its functionality than in its ability to serve drinks.
stepping off the bike, he dusts off his shirt as he glances up and about the place.
beggars can't be choosers, etc.
once verso has his motorcycle parked and is moving about, gustave will say, shall we?, and make his way inside. the atmosphere definitely feels like a 'hole in the wall', but the bartender greets them most kindly, so it might just be a good sign. up the counter he goes, sitting up on one of the stools there.
at the bartender's remark for what they'll have, gustave turns to verso, )
You're the expert here, mon ami.
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The bartender seems to recognize him, granting them both friendly grins.]
Ah, Louis, good to see you again. How about the top-shelf stuff you mentioned las time? From the, ah, crate that floated in from one of the old diffusion zones?
[The Bourdeux stuff, Verso? Really looking to treat this friend of yours, eh? He winks. Coming right up.]
Thanks. [Verso flashes him a charming smile in return.] You can just leave the bottle. [A side glance at Gustave soon after-] Apparently, wine and spirits from other diffusion zones surprise the populace now and again. I figured why not be brave and give it a try.
*is revived*
Might as well.
( once the bottle is brought, along with the glasses, and they are served the wine, gustave takes a moment to look at the bottle. there is french script on the label, which reminds him immediately of him. )
Grand vin, Chรขteau Bellegrave...
( unfamiliar to him, regardless. he turns to verso, placing the bottle down. )
Should be good. ( after all, it's wineโ he grabs at his glass. ) To you, mon ami.