Blake had finished a rather good if not slightly tipsy rendition of some classic musical song that had been in the karaoke catalogue. He's pleased with the performance and always rather enjoys singing for people -- and he's good at it so that's a bonus. It's probably the most relaxing thing that he does and one of the few activities that he allows himself time for now and then outside of work.
He makes his way off the stage and toward the bar to get a new drink while his friends... coworkers... waited in a table off to the side. This particular bar was frequented often by government employees and tended to be an off-limits zone for partisan things and most things that happened in the bar stayed in the bar so he felt relaxed and not quite as on guard as he tended to be in public.
"A white russian," he ordered when the bartender turned his attention onto him.
It wasn't often that he came away from the office, or his rarely used apartment, to enjoy a bar. In fact, this was a once in a lifetime sort of situation, if only because Reeve didn't even know there was a karaoke night here at his favorite but rarely visited bar.
The number, not one he was familiar with, was still performed very well, so when the individual performing ended up at his elbow, ordering a drink... Well, Reeve noticed. And noticed, as he had before, how strangely familiar the man himself was. Not that he could place the name or why. So instead he turned to the bartender and nodded briefly to get his attention.
"Put it on my tab. A man should be rewarded for a good performance."
Blake is surprised when the man beside him spoke up to the bartender. He raises a brow as he looks at him. He leans against the bar. He certainly recognizes the person before him and his brain is flipping through acquaintances to try and place a name and a reason which is most definitely work-related he's sure.
"No," Reeve agrees when the man speaks, returning his attention to his own drink, "it is not. However it wasn't necessary for you to get up and entertain us with your musical skill either. One good turn for another. Would you really begrudge someone that?"
Especially when it keeps money in your own pocket? Especially when the man isn't turning to face Blake and smile as he looked him over, or leaned in inappropriately to his space like a lot of people did when ordering a drink as a flirtation strategy?
Reeve offers a nod of thanks and then pauses. As much as he hates it, he does find himself staring at the other man, just a bit.
"Forgive me, this is going to completely sound like a line, but it isn't meant to be. I just... You're dreadfully familiar. And as I don't frequent this place on karaoke nights, didn't even know they had them, I know it's not from that. Is there any chance that you've had cause to work with an NPO called World Regenesis?"
It was the charitable organization Reeve had established to handle all of his work abroad.
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He makes his way off the stage and toward the bar to get a new drink while his friends... coworkers... waited in a table off to the side. This particular bar was frequented often by government employees and tended to be an off-limits zone for partisan things and most things that happened in the bar stayed in the bar so he felt relaxed and not quite as on guard as he tended to be in public.
"A white russian," he ordered when the bartender turned his attention onto him.
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The number, not one he was familiar with, was still performed very well, so when the individual performing ended up at his elbow, ordering a drink... Well, Reeve noticed. And noticed, as he had before, how strangely familiar the man himself was. Not that he could place the name or why. So instead he turned to the bartender and nodded briefly to get his attention.
"Put it on my tab. A man should be rewarded for a good performance."
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"Thank you. It's not really necessary though."
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Especially when it keeps money in your own pocket? Especially when the man isn't turning to face Blake and smile as he looked him over, or leaned in inappropriately to his space like a lot of people did when ordering a drink as a flirtation strategy?
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He's nothing if not polite. "Thank you."
And it is interesting and not the usual experience of someone buying someone else a drink, not that Blake was too terribly versed in that or anything.
mmm yes i remember this beautiful man
"Forgive me, this is going to completely sound like a line, but it isn't meant to be. I just... You're dreadfully familiar. And as I don't frequent this place on karaoke nights, didn't even know they had them, I know it's not from that. Is there any chance that you've had cause to work with an NPO called World Regenesis?"
It was the charitable organization Reeve had established to handle all of his work abroad.