[The downside to living in a city right out of an H.G. Wells novel is that there's a distinct lack of modern casualwear. Wade has made do with the meager wardrobe whatever passes for the government here has deigned to issue him, hoping that the simple waistcoat and slacks ensemble is appropriate enough for an average night of drinking.
It's not hard to find the pub from his apartment, and he makes it there in relatively good time. It suddenly occurs to him that he has no idea what the person who texted him even looks like-- and as soon as he has that realization, he sees a familiar face standing outside of the building. Wade makes his way over to him, already smirking.]
Geez, I feel like I look like the Willy Wonka of Best Buy. Where's the nearest steampunk LARP, good sir?
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It's not hard to find the pub from his apartment, and he makes it there in relatively good time. It suddenly occurs to him that he has no idea what the person who texted him even looks like-- and as soon as he has that realization, he sees a familiar face standing outside of the building. Wade makes his way over to him, already smirking.]
Geez, I feel like I look like the Willy Wonka of Best Buy. Where's the nearest steampunk LARP, good sir?