Time to feast [open]
Eric had left Dietre at home with a promise that he would take Sancho with him if he went anywhere. He was hoping the responsibility would make D more cautious with himself and his strength, but realistically he was just hoping Sancho would come get him in the idiot kid got into trouble.
The plan was to catch a quick, decent dinner and then do some food shopping. Between Sancho and D, the fridge just never stayed fully stocked. Eric felt like he was single-handedly supporting the local beef industry, not to mention the dairy industry, the poultry industry and the diet soda industry. He managed not to buy too much alcohol for the house and kept what he did buy for himself separate - the kid had no taste or respect for fine liquor, just for occasionally getting plastered, so he could buy his own crap alcohol.
A vague memory of a jazz bar and restaurant poked around the edges of Eric's mind as he walked. He breathed in the California night air, glad to be here instead of the jungle. Yes, even with all the crazy antics that Sunnydale was so famous for. He had lived here before, he could do it again. Besides, it was the job.
Eric had spent a long time speaking to his supervisors about the recent events, up to and including a vague description of his meeting with Riley Finn. He had gotten the go-ahead to fill him in on the mission and task him with night ops if needed. It was good to have trustworthy back-up. The kid was trustworthy but untrained, Riley he knew would respond to orders in a certain way. D - unpredictable.
Turning down River Road, he heard the unmistakable sounds of saxophone and bass. He had found the place. Eric was glad that in the harsh world of restaurants, this place had survived his years away.
He pushed open the doors and walked into the smoky bar, looking for a table.
The plan was to catch a quick, decent dinner and then do some food shopping. Between Sancho and D, the fridge just never stayed fully stocked. Eric felt like he was single-handedly supporting the local beef industry, not to mention the dairy industry, the poultry industry and the diet soda industry. He managed not to buy too much alcohol for the house and kept what he did buy for himself separate - the kid had no taste or respect for fine liquor, just for occasionally getting plastered, so he could buy his own crap alcohol.
A vague memory of a jazz bar and restaurant poked around the edges of Eric's mind as he walked. He breathed in the California night air, glad to be here instead of the jungle. Yes, even with all the crazy antics that Sunnydale was so famous for. He had lived here before, he could do it again. Besides, it was the job.
Eric had spent a long time speaking to his supervisors about the recent events, up to and including a vague description of his meeting with Riley Finn. He had gotten the go-ahead to fill him in on the mission and task him with night ops if needed. It was good to have trustworthy back-up. The kid was trustworthy but untrained, Riley he knew would respond to orders in a certain way. D - unpredictable.
Turning down River Road, he heard the unmistakable sounds of saxophone and bass. He had found the place. Eric was glad that in the harsh world of restaurants, this place had survived his years away.
He pushed open the doors and walked into the smoky bar, looking for a table.