Mr. Rossi advances in the 28th Street, with a stable step. It is friday evening of a rather warm day. Weekend craziness is gearing up; A certain feelling, a certain thrill can be felt in the air, as people start getting busy for the night. Great expectetions.
some crack of laughs can be heard in distance, and the buzz of chiatchat is perceived all around. The necromancer wears a white shirt and black trouser, bringing with him a couple of books; he's nearing his mark.
-stereotypes can kill and are hard to kill, one might think.-
A small grin forms in the mouth of the Stygian willworker. His mark in sight, no reason for hurrying up.
Before entering, he scans the tables in the patio, to select a nice place for him. Once chosen, he puts the books he was carrying on it.
Mr. Rossi enters .
He order a pint of beer and some chicken tacos. The pub is relatively empty, with six or seven guest inside; three pool tables are free. Before leaving for his place and paying his due, he says
-"oh, yes and a couple of table for one hour, please."-
And now let's see what the evening bring on.