[i]Taurus Altobelli, The Warren
Interactions: [b]Grace Elafi, August Weiss[/b][/i]

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”Well that’s a delight to hear.”[/color] Taurus replied with a warm smile and drained his drink, crunching softly on the ice at the bottom of the glass before answering. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Well as great as it can be when you have to listen to Professor McNeil at dead on eight in the morning.”[/color] He chuckled. He wasn’t sure if the old goat was known past the English department, but he was sure word got around somehow. 

He nodded at Grace’s question. He’d gotten a text through this morning about the abysmal weather making the track surface treacherous and he had to say, he was disappointed. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Its understandable but I, for one, don’t mind running in this sort of weather, suppose we have a slight advantage over our pawed companions.”[/color] Taurus smiled, tapping his hoof on the floor in emphasis. He was used to harsh winters and the blistering cold; with black ice making it far to dangerous to drive so the only option was to go by foot. It was the summers he really struggled with - he’d even taken to clipping his coat short the first week of May because he knew he’d be a sweaty, irritable mess come the first heat spikes of July, but luxuriously fluffy and comfortable by the time the weather really started to turn in November. 

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”I may be cutting it a touch fine, I’ll be coming straight from work, but I’ll be there regardless. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”[/color] He grinned, sliding his empty glass to the far side of the bar, one ear flicking to the side as he heard the bar door open and a sudden burst of cold against his back. He suppressed a shiver, taking out his wallet and setting it in front of him on the well-worn wood of the bar; one large hand covering it. Well, you could never be too careful. Not that he expected anyone to give him trouble. 

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”Hullo, August.”[/color] He smiled brightly, glancing over his shoulder at his Doberman housemate. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Miss Grace, allow me to introduce you, this is August Weiss, my roommate.”[/color] He smiled, slipping out his bank card and waving down the barmouse once more. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Put both of these orders on my card, for the rest of the evening. And I’ll have my usual when you have a spare moment, no rush at all.”[/color] He gestured to the pair either side of him and passed over the plastic.