Clark found his seat outside the cafe in New Orleans, clutching his mug of tea as if it contained the Elixir of Life itself, rather than some combination of yerba mate and a few other herbs to make it palatable; nothing ever really did. He ducked down before even getting to his chair, narrowly dodging under the sprawling umbrella that bloomed from the table's center, the top a cheap granite set in metal that rusted at the joints. Once he took his seat, he dropped his sunglasses back down atop his nose and let the tension drop from his shoulders, through his arms, and into the table as he looked across to the sun-leathered, bearded Creole in his workboots, tank top and trucker hat, dreadfully out of place in the bougie cafe, but given neither a second glance nor disrespect for his space.
"Well, Etienne.. S'an interesting spot." The sun seemed intent on creeping at just the correct angle to get in Clark's eyes, compounding his need to look askance while Etienne did much the same, peeking over to a club across the way, outfitted with far too much dark lacquer, red velvet and a purple door, complete with a Pale Shaven Gorilla of a bouncer with the requisite RayBans/blazer-over-crewneck attire.
Etienne seemed only willing to let out a dry "mmnt" grunt that lilted at the end, compounded with the settling of his chin onto his knuckles. "Y'tink dey'd be subtle, at least. F***." His mouth was invisible behind the fluff of his beard-scruff, yet its change in shape seemed to imply a wry smirk beneath. "But... das how they do."
The sun didn't do a damn thing to help the dry, hard ache that settled through Clark, the shades pulling double-duty in keeping the glare down, and hiding the dark circles under his eyes. He practically chugged down half of the glass of water on the table before slamming it down, albeit unintentionally, and shifting in his seat to rest an elbow on the table and his forehead into his palm. "... When is my head going to stop hurting?"
Etienne's smile was little more than his surprisingly bright teeth appearing in the bush of his beard while creases formed at the corner of his eyes, pairing with his lean back and his ankle resting atop the opposite knee. "Weeeeell, way dat moonshine's rigged up, you got somet'in you gotta see, firs', homme. Til then..." He finished the sentence with a shrug before leaning back, taking stock of a few passers-by for a moment, with a tip of his hat.
"Pphhhtch..." Clark spread out his legs and planted his be-Conversed soles flat on the ground, dragging his tea in closer to his face and taking a long, slow gulp. "... I'm never gon--" He stopped himself mid-sentence with a sigh, then took another sip of tea. "--I mean, I'm taking a body break after this is all done. I'm getting too old for this."
"Yeah, awright, Officer Riggs." Etienne raaaised his arms, laced his fingers, and placed his palms around the back of his head, looking off toward the middle distance. "We get you right soon enough."
"Well, Etienne.. S'an interesting spot." The sun seemed intent on creeping at just the correct angle to get in Clark's eyes, compounding his need to look askance while Etienne did much the same, peeking over to a club across the way, outfitted with far too much dark lacquer, red velvet and a purple door, complete with a Pale Shaven Gorilla of a bouncer with the requisite RayBans/blazer-over-crewneck attire.
Etienne seemed only willing to let out a dry "mmnt" grunt that lilted at the end, compounded with the settling of his chin onto his knuckles. "Y'tink dey'd be subtle, at least. F***." His mouth was invisible behind the fluff of his beard-scruff, yet its change in shape seemed to imply a wry smirk beneath. "But... das how they do."
The sun didn't do a damn thing to help the dry, hard ache that settled through Clark, the shades pulling double-duty in keeping the glare down, and hiding the dark circles under his eyes. He practically chugged down half of the glass of water on the table before slamming it down, albeit unintentionally, and shifting in his seat to rest an elbow on the table and his forehead into his palm. "... When is my head going to stop hurting?"
Etienne's smile was little more than his surprisingly bright teeth appearing in the bush of his beard while creases formed at the corner of his eyes, pairing with his lean back and his ankle resting atop the opposite knee. "Weeeeell, way dat moonshine's rigged up, you got somet'in you gotta see, firs', homme. Til then..." He finished the sentence with a shrug before leaning back, taking stock of a few passers-by for a moment, with a tip of his hat.
"Pphhhtch..." Clark spread out his legs and planted his be-Conversed soles flat on the ground, dragging his tea in closer to his face and taking a long, slow gulp. "... I'm never gon--" He stopped himself mid-sentence with a sigh, then took another sip of tea. "--I mean, I'm taking a body break after this is all done. I'm getting too old for this."
"Yeah, awright, Officer Riggs." Etienne raaaised his arms, laced his fingers, and placed his palms around the back of his head, looking off toward the middle distance. "We get you right soon enough."