[ Drake is definitely here for Lup. He and Barry hadn't always been on the best of terms (most notably the time he had to threaten the guy to get him to speak to his own wife again) but he'd been invested in their happiness and without Barry around all he knows is that his closest friend is in pain. He's not partaking in the party as much as some other people because of this -- not that he could taste the meat or get too drunk when he's also half on duty, watching the jungle for signs that the wildlife has taken interest in the party -- just wandering on the edge of the crowd keeping an eye on everything and everyone, watching to see if Lup needs to be dragged off for a break at any point. She seems to have warmed up a lot, though, so Drake's letting things be for the moment. Just people-watching right now.
He spots Lucretia with her notebook, recognizes her, remembers what Lup's told him about her... somehow he's never managed to meet the woman properly, and this is as good an opportunity as any. With a glass still in his hand he makes his way over and clears his throat softly so he doesn't startle her from her drawing, something that always gets his attention these days. Funny what shacking up with an artist will do to you, he never used to be so interested in it. ]
Lucretia, right? I'm Drake. Can I ask what you're working on?
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He spots Lucretia with her notebook, recognizes her, remembers what Lup's told him about her... somehow he's never managed to meet the woman properly, and this is as good an opportunity as any. With a glass still in his hand he makes his way over and clears his throat softly so he doesn't startle her from her drawing, something that always gets his attention these days. Funny what shacking up with an artist will do to you, he never used to be so interested in it. ]
Lucretia, right? I'm Drake. Can I ask what you're working on?