It was painfully obvious that this was not a place that Ever *belonged in*: not in his grungy, battered jeans, not with his home done haircut, not with the battered messenger bag thrown over one shoulder. Especially not since he looked eighteen or nineteen if you were being generous. His ID was good -- it was very good -- and it said that he was twenty two. Its quality was probably the only reason he hadn't yet been kicked aggressively to the curb.

Instead he was arguing just inside the door with someone on staff, fingers wrapped around the strap of his bag and chin thrust out in challenge. It looked petulant as opposed to strong, Ever too skinny and awkward -- and pale, honestly -- to really be intimidating.

"I just want one drink and to talk to some people, is that really going to kill you?"

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A commotion of any kind was absolutely unwelcome - it was simply not the atmosphere the bar cultivated. As several pairs of eyes closest to the door turned, so did the attention of a tall, stoic figure sitting alone at a table. Beyond the grungy child darkening the doorway were several other guests waiting (im)patiently to step inside the doors and it was becoming a problem. Long fingers curled into the arm of his leather chair, then he was standing, sweeping toward the doors in his dusty tailored jacket and slacks.

"Here," the word was punctuated with an outstretched hand. The doorman held the ID over his shoulder without a word and pale fingers closed over it, drawing it up to the glow of the ambient lighting. Nothing about Aud's face changed as he studied the laminated card, not the squint of his eyes or a purse of the lips. It was a calm, pointed examination and then he held his hand back out toward the not-quite-child that had wandered in off the streets.

"This looks legitimate to me. Do accept our most humble apologies."

The doorman didn't bat so much as an eyelash before he turned to the next guest; Ever was dismissed. Aud offered him a corporate smile and motioned to the inside of the bar.

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He'd been building toward a full on firestorm -- but the second that Aud approached, it stilled Ever's borderline-vulgar protests, turned the petulant and annoyed light in his expression off. It was almost like it had been an act: a face he turned on and apparently could turn off as well, leaving him quieter and more serious and thoughtful, leaving him looking a bit older. Or at least a little bit weirder. Less like a child, and more like something else.

He didn't return Aud's smile. Instead he cocked his head and frowned and raked a look over him that didn't quite settle on anything before holding his hand out for the ID back.

"Gee, thanks." Was there sarcasm behind it? Probably, yeah. But it was hard to be sure.

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