OPEN BAR POST

[the_cupbearer]

The bar is open!

Anyone is welcome at 4713, and the bartenders are happy to carry on a conversation for anyone that needs company to drink with. Tiqua--the lead bartender when Ganymede's not there, and the shift manager when he is--says she makes the best Black Velvet ever...blackberry imperial stout and champagne, that is. Ganymede is more than likely there too, just look for the smiling man with long hair braided back, but there's plenty of booths and tables as well, just be careful of you you sit with. They might not always be strangers.


[ this is an open post! feel free to drop off notes or things, or just hop in to talk to Ganymede if you want ]

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[abrightboy]

"I like keeping people safe," Malcolm tells him. "Arresting killers - especially the ones that crave it, that need it - makes everyone safer."

[the_cupbearer]

"Keeping people safe--especially vulnerable people--is one of the highest aims there is in morality. It looks good in a man," he says, though to be fair this time it has less of an edge of flirtation, and more unfettered truth.

Which sounds slightly out of place from someone who might be twenty-five, tops.

"So...how do you profile a person? I might be curious."

[abrightboy]

"It's sort of a... Well, in person, like interrogating a suspect, I make observations about them. The way they speak, their choice of words... physical attributes, sometimes. Like their haircut or a tattoo. Their bearing. Um, and then I ask them questions or make provocative statements or guesses about their mindset or things they've done and watch how they respond. Not just what they say, but how they say it, their facial expression, the way their body language changes... and then narrow in on the truth. But when we're looking for a suspect, then I examine the crime scene, the way they committed the murder, the state of the location where they committed it - like, is the room trashed or is everything neatly arranged? - and deduce things about their state of mind and their experiences that give us clues where to look," Malcolm explains.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede lifts a brow at that and smiles, amused.

"Could you profile me like that?" he asks, shifting his weight to lean against the bar as he watches Malcolm. He's the very picture of at-ease-at-work like this, sleeves rolled up though it does expose the odd scars slanting up one forearm, plainly both very old and very deep from their appearance. "But you probably have people asking you that all the time."