[Isaak is a bit of a creature of habit, and his habit here is to lord over his bar more evenings than not. It's always been a self-indulgent venture; designed to his own tastes and fortunately appealing to the masses, or at least enough of the masses to keep it comfortably crowded.
He's people-watching with rather more interest than usual today; the City's in rare, flirtatious form, though it's hard to tell whether that's a curse or not. He's used to those being a bit more randomized; everyone's pairing off a little too neatly.
And it's not obviously a curse-- at least, not necessarily-- when his wandering eyes light on the newcomer slipping through the door. Sitting at the bar, he makes no effort not to watch Rido move, appraising and appreciative.]
action; fgdsgf don't you love when days explode /)_- sorry for delay!
He's people-watching with rather more interest than usual today; the City's in rare, flirtatious form, though it's hard to tell whether that's a curse or not. He's used to those being a bit more randomized; everyone's pairing off a little too neatly.
And it's not obviously a curse-- at least, not necessarily-- when his wandering eyes light on the newcomer slipping through the door. Sitting at the bar, he makes no effort not to watch Rido move, appraising and appreciative.]