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[hr][i]Post-party; Class; The Indo, Irish Pub

Interacting with Tom Finch[sub][@Themerlinhawk][/sub][/i]

Day 1, Afternoon[hr][/center]

Luke, shaking his leg and drinking his cider a little too fast, sat with building anxiety. Could it be from the arrival of more and more guests that brought a new, eery atmosphere into the familiar pub, or perhaps from the intimidation of the burly man that he chose to converse with. Nevertheless, Luke's gaze was fixated on the cards, listening carefully to the man's descriptive information of the tarot cards. His knowledge of them was extensive, and he spoke confidently, as if he studied the deck's origin. Still, he casted away all assumptions and chose to not place him blindly into the supernatural category. Luke's face remained blank, not looking up to look the man in the eyes from the growing fear that social anxiety brought. 

Luke followed his attention to the newcomers of the pub, one seemingly familiar since she was an obvious regular, while the other sticking out of the crowd well, not just from her clear, asian heritage, but also the beauty that she held to catch Luke's eye. Luke took another sip from his cider, staring a bit too long at the approaching woman before she took a seat nearby. It was in Luke's nature that he was a bit of a player, trying his hand at all girls that he comes across and catches his eye. His attention returned to the man as he presented his question.

[color=80C48D]"Luke,"[/color] he answered,[color=80C48D]"Luke Myers."[/color] With the raise of his glass, he continued to answer,[color=80C48D]"The best college student you'll ever find."[/color] He let out a cheeky smile followed by a chuckle.

Staring at the cards again and watching him shuffle threw them skillfully made him reconsider the passing thoughts of his potential supernatural descent, he returned the question,[color=80C48D]"And what do they call you? Are you retired?"[/color] The last bit was more or less a joke, but it is an appropriate question considering his age and the day drinking. 

Luke couldn't help but peer over to look at his phone, trying to be as discreet as possible. It was the fact that it was an old flip phone that really caught his attention, but his nosy trait and his curiosity got the best of him. The font was incredibly small and the screen was small as well. The only words he could pick out was the name 'Tracy'. Luke quirked a brow and took another sip of his nearly empty glass. The tarot cards, the description he gave for them, the confidence he possessed while holding them, an old phone -- Tracy. Potentially the Tracy that Luke was familiar with himself. 

[color=80C48D]"Damn, a flip phone? How old are you?"[/color] Luke joked, trying to come off friendly and without suspicion. While the question could be considered rhetorical, Luke had a genuine motive in wanting to know the man's age. It was then that Luke would turn his gaze to examine the features of his face, the wrinkles he possessed and any signs of aging, and to potentially look him in the eye. Warlocks and witches these days know how to keep their youth.