[center][color=silver][h1][I]~Bartholomew~[/I][/h1][/color][/center]
[sub][I]Location: NYC Compound, Wit's End - 3:10 PM.[/I][/sub]
[sub][I]Mentions & Interactions: [@MsMorningstar].[/i][/sub]
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Bartholomew watched from out the corner of his eye as a tan skinned woman with a rather muscular and fit physique sat down on a stool next to him at the bar and ordered, unsurprisingly in his mind, a glass of water. Calmly shifting his gaze back to the nearly empty glass in his gloved hand and off of the newcomer, Bartholomew took another long draw from his cigar and held it for a bit before releasing it out into the air, letting the unique taste of smooth and bold tobacco mingle together in a complex dance of flavor. Setting his glass down on the polished oak counter, Bartholomew gestured to the bartender for a refill as he propped up his left leg on his right and leaned back slightly. Turning to face the woman as the bartender returned with a refilled glass of whiskey, he decided to try and start up a conversation with her. While his other prospects may have fallen through, this one might not. And even if her powers weren't all that useful to the resistance, she herself still could be.

[color=silver]"So, do you come here often?"[/color] He asked, taking the full glass from the bartender with a small nod.