[center][color=silver][h1][I]~Bartholomew~[/I][/h1][/color][/center]
[sub][I]Location: NYC Compound, Wit's End - 3:11 PM.[/I][/sub]
[sub][I]Mentions & Interactions: [@MsMorningstar].[/i][/sub]
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[color=silver]"Bartholomew. Bartholomew Durant."[/color] He said, cracking a small yet friendly smile. While normally not one to give away his name this freely, especially given his status as a fugative and rebel to most governmental institutions, Bartholomew felt that it was a necessary evil in this situation. Trust was earned, not given after all. And like any situation where trust had to be earned, names had to be given first. 

[color=silver]"As for me, I frequent this place on occasion. After all, this is the only establishment that sells the brand of whiskey I drink."[/color] He said, holding up his glass to examine the dark amber colored liquid swirling within before placing the rim to his lips and taking another swig.