[They festivities mean that just about every bar and gathering place in Old Town is a popular spot, these days. Loud and lively, if dulled on the edges by the weight of current events. Celebrations intercut with the sharp shouts that come from the Enforcer checks, the raucous excitement of the occasional bar brawl. Jason's removed himself from most of it, leaning against the bar and playing a particular broadcast over again on a smallish screen in his hands. He sets it down when Ignis approaches, hitting the mute and cutting Delle Seyah Kendry off mid-word.
If you're asking—]
Whatever's on tap, I think I might need to wash the taste of bullcrap out of my mouth.
[Not the safest thing to say, considering the current fraught political climate. But he's never been very concerned with ingratiating himself to the powers that be in the first place.]
pushes damian over for attention.
If you're asking—]
Whatever's on tap, I think I might need to wash the taste of bullcrap out of my mouth.
[Not the safest thing to say, considering the current fraught political climate. But he's never been very concerned with ingratiating himself to the powers that be in the first place.]