Gerald had heard talk of the street fair, and learnt from the hotel concierge where it would be happening. He decided to go for a stroll and see what the Strip had to offer in the way of New Year's Eve celebrations, curious as to whether the 'undead' would be making the most of the alcohol-imbued party-goers, and if any of the Slayers Julianna had told him were in town would be there. He didn't know them by face, but over his many decades of working with them had developed a fairly good eye for identifying the girls. Their demeanour, posture, attire, all had a certain 'uniformity' even when it was immediately identifiable to the untrained eye as similar.
Dressed for the cold, his scarf tucked into the buttoned up overcoat, and his cane in hand, he made his way into the throng that was gathered in the closed-off area of the Strip, a flask of scotch tucked into the breast-pocket just in case he couldn't find anything there that would suffice as decent refreshment.
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Strolling the street fair
on 2014-01-01 01:09 am (UTC)Dressed for the cold, his scarf tucked into the buttoned up overcoat, and his cane in hand, he made his way into the throng that was gathered in the closed-off area of the Strip, a flask of scotch tucked into the breast-pocket just in case he couldn't find anything there that would suffice as decent refreshment.