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[center][h1][color=yellow]DIMITRI[/color][/h1]
(Interacting with Bartholomew)[/center]

Dimitri sipped his tea for a bit while contemplating his next move. He was supposed to be looking for work today. Mundane, non-artistic work. He might as well apply here at the coffee shop for all that it was worth to him. He only really needed money to maintain his lifestyle. Eating was a once a year game between himself, and the most heinous sort of criminal thug that he could find. (One thing that his real mother and his dad had always agreed on was that-only eat those who are harmful to other humans.) So his expenses consisted of mainly art supplies, cell phone bills, wardrobe upkeep, keeping his truck in working order, and buying drinks for pretty girls. Just the important things. But he just couldn't see himself working in a place like this. He really did get advice from Circe to try the library. But he was also being blackmailed into attending a party tonight. So he should probably go get a costume. 

He got up, threw his cup away, and decisively walked out the door. About three minutes or so went by when the decisive man came right back into the cafe. His truck wasn't starting, and whatever was preventing it exceeded his knowledge of engines.

[color=khaki]"Excuse me"[/color] He cleared his throat and asked the people inside if they could point him in the direction of a mechanic. Of course, he was using the term to refer to a garage where a mechanic would work at. But as it happened, a number of fingers went up singled out a bearded, lone wolf type reading a paper in out of the booths. It figured. He looked like a mechanic. Nothing in particular made that so. It was just that his look fit very well with what Dee expected a mechanic to look like. 

So he walked up to the fellow, and once again using his indoor voice, said humbly [color=khaki]"Hi. I'm Dimitri. And I take it you're a mechanic?"[/color]