"Hm. You didn't hit the table." He rubs his knee ruefully, but simply sets the sake bottle down in favour of his tumbler. There's still a swallow of scotch left in it, and he takes it in one gulp as consolation for his bruising. "I should have warned you I'm never off the job, but I invited you because I don't expect anything to come up. My agents are in the field looking for information, but at the moment I've reached a dead end." He sighs, coughs, and puts the empty glass down. "So I'm accurate, but it takes so much focus someone could walk up behind me without my noticing."
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Date: 2009-10-14 01:37 am (UTC)