Dark polished woods, rich textured fabrics, somber lighting: the Overlook bar at The Citizen overlooked (imagine) the hotel's lobby and continued its theme of lush opulence.
The Citizen Hotel – Bar
Amidst the stuffy brows, reds, and golds, Alexander stood out, a smudge of white lounging within the plump red leather lounge chair. He wore a white sports jacket, a smokey grey slacks, and silver tie, tied loosely. The only spot of colour his shirt, a crumpled teal, top button undone, tie pulled out. It was a very relaxed look in the otherwise formal locale, even his hair had a touch of 'I just woke up'.
Alexander's White Sports Jacket
Of course it was all staged, close attention revealed the careful application of styling putty in his hair, his tie position just right, even the wrinkles in his shirt seemed.. done up. Everything was carefully arranged, even the smudge on his otherwise immaculate white tennis shoes?
Alexander was draped over one of the chairs set against the railing looking down into the lobby. He held a snifter of syrupy red liquid in one hand, perched loosly - precariously - over the arm of his chair, as if he would drop it at any moment.
His lids are half-closed, as is dozing, but he is far from asleep. His Beast for one paces in his mind, a dark stain that weaves its way through the legs of his chair creating an impatient figure eight.
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