There was something odd about all this. Being a private detective, Eduard had seen all kinds of unusual and strange things in the years he’d been doing the job, but nothing seemed to match up to this. A mysterious letter about a mysterious woman in, what he’d now discovered was, a mysterious bar. Yeah, mysterious was probably the best way to describe it.

Montag entered the warm refuge of the bar, exhaling deeply and wiping his face, wet from the rain. Not unlike a dog, he shook his head slightly from side to side, his dark hair tossing around as it dried itself into a more natural state, before he finally took in his surroundings. Smoke drifted around the bar from cigarettes, the faint smell of alcohol hiding under each breath he took, the low rumble of voices across various tables and across the bar itself ever-present. It was why the woman with whom he was supposed to meet was so noticeable, apart from her outfit of course, as she sat silently in almost complete isolation towards the end of the bar, quietly smoking a cigarette. Eduard narrowed his eyes slightly, pausing to look her up and down, as well as look at the space around her, before finally approaching. If she had any hidden goons or weapons lying around then she was doing a good job concealing them.

She noticed him shortly before he reached her, giving him this kind of uneasy and sardonic grin. He kept a straight face though, even as she began to speak, taking the seat next to her and closest to the middle and gradually sitting down. 

[color=goldenrod]“Don’t take it personally ma’am, I leave most people waiting.”[/color] He responded, looking to the woman’s face properly for the first time with a straight-faced but calculating expression. Amongst his thoughts, he did have to admit though, the woman was quite pretty. After a few seconds of silence between them, filled by the never-ending sounds of chatter and glasses clinking around them, he simply turned towards the bartender, calling out to her over the other noise around them. 

[color=goldenrod]“Hey barkeep, I’ll have a glass of whiskey with ice, thanks.”[/color] As he spoke, Eduard pulled out a slightly damp pack of cigarettes and a silver flip lighter from his pocket. Plucking out a cigarette from the almost-empty pack, he swiftly lit it and took a drag, raising his eyebrows questioningly at the mysterious woman as he did, before exhaling. [color=goldenrod]“And you…?”[/color]