[What an interesting place to exist in their current situation.
Connor had heard about the Speakeasy before, of course, but has been generally avoiding it simply because he had no real reason to visit before and probably would've attracted attention he doesn't want. But this whole newcomer dance thing is a good excuse both to finally take a look at the place, and to observe some of the people here.
So he's settled into a booth in a far corner, dressed kind of like a lazy hipster in a beanie and jeans and a few layers, but at least his current clothes--unlike those he arrived in--mostly fit correctly. His hat covers the glowing LED on his right temple, but nothing can be done about the fact that he's clearly not drinking; not just alcohol, but anything, because he should definitely not attempt doing so just to maintain appearances. Taking the chance of thinning out his blood supply with tea or alcohol that would do nothing is not just stupid but wasteful.
To distract from that, though, Connor is fiddling with the quarter that he had brought with him from home, going through a variety of tricks. It's definitely just for calibration and not a nervous habit, definitely not; it's also definitely not both a distraction from his lack of drink and a way of providing an opening for conversation if anyone wants to approach.
Otherwise he's content to just lurk and watch people, although it probably isn't too difficult to tell he's doing so. He doesn't stare, exactly, but he still hasn't quite mastered the skill of studying people without being noticed.]
Connor | Open
[What an interesting place to exist in their current situation.
Connor had heard about the Speakeasy before, of course, but has been generally avoiding it simply because he had no real reason to visit before and probably would've attracted attention he doesn't want. But this whole newcomer dance thing is a good excuse both to finally take a look at the place, and to observe some of the people here.
So he's settled into a booth in a far corner, dressed kind of like a lazy hipster in a beanie and jeans and a few layers, but at least his current clothes--unlike those he arrived in--mostly fit correctly. His hat covers the glowing LED on his right temple, but nothing can be done about the fact that he's clearly not drinking; not just alcohol, but anything, because he should definitely not attempt doing so just to maintain appearances. Taking the chance of thinning out his blood supply with tea or alcohol that would do nothing is not just stupid but wasteful.
To distract from that, though, Connor is fiddling with the quarter that he had brought with him from home, going through a variety of tricks. It's definitely just for calibration and not a nervous habit, definitely not; it's also definitely not both a distraction from his lack of drink and a way of providing an opening for conversation if anyone wants to approach.
Otherwise he's content to just lurk and watch people, although it probably isn't too difficult to tell he's doing so. He doesn't stare, exactly, but he still hasn't quite mastered the skill of studying people without being noticed.]