Zackary leaned an elbow on his counter and glanced at the door, showing off his profile splendidly.
“M’alright.” He looked back at Liam after a couple seconds; yet that change of lighting on his face threw his scar (which, a small reminder if you need it, starts around the top of the left side of his face and stretches all the way down to his chin) into harsh effect.
Liam studied Zackary’s face for a few moments. Not only because it was appealing to look at but because of his scar.
“How’d you receive that?” He asked.
Zackary raised a hand and rubbed his scar. “Never you mind. Want another drink?”
“Fine don’t tell me then, and I’ll have an Old Fashioned, thanks.” Liam replied, rubbing at his face with both hands.
“Bourbon, rye, or mixed whiskey?” Zackary asked as he took Liam’s cup.
“Rye, thank you.” He said, giving Zackary a small smile.
“Rye it is.” Zackary dished up the drink and slid it over, sitting back down on his stool.
“Thanks.” Liam muttered, taking a swig of the drink.
Zackary hummed for a third time. “Disappointed? At how old I am?”
Liam shook his head, "No. It just makes everything a little, or a lot, more interesting."
Zackary rubbed his sharp chin again. “Sure it does. Could say I’m a lot more experienced.”
Liam smiled a little, “That is true. Although I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or not.”
Zackary hummed again and tossed his hair out of his face. “Depends on how you wanna look at it.”
Liam’s smile widened, “True again.” He took another swing of his drink.
Zackary curled his hands together, thoughtfully surveying Liam. “So, whatddya do, Mr. Saylar?”
(Seth??)
“Nothing interesting, well sorta but I doubt you’ll want to here about the long winded tests my and my colleagues get up to.” Liam said, shrugging a shoulder.
(shit sorry xD i was tired as hell when i typed that. I have another RP with Zackary and the other person’s character is named Seth)
“‘Long winded tests?’ The hell are those?” Zackary asked with an air of someone who has never heard of such a thing before.
(Aha, dw about it lol)
"I'm a forensic scientists, so we do many… long tests like anthropological, cryptanalysis, DNA and… lots more," He rubbed at his face and sighed.
(^~^)
Zackary yawned rudely in the middle of his explanation. "Sounds boring. I was never one for the medical field, though people have told me I was intelligent enough for it."
Liam frowned, "It's not just medical, it works with criminal analysis too." He argued.
Zackary blew a faint raspberry with a shrug. "So? Not much for it. Sounds tiring and boring."
"Tiring, yes. Boring, not a chance." Liam replied, shaking his head slowly.
Zackary hummed. "My shift's going to end soon, so I'll be able to get you my number. I could leave you in peace too… Unless you wanted to come home with me…" He shook his head. "I dunno why you'd wanna do that…"
"Hm.. I wonder why. I have work tomorrow anyway so even if you were offering I probably shouldn't." Liam replied, finishing his drink.
Zackary glanced at Liam's drink. "You shouldn't even be drinking that. If you have too much you'll be hungover tomorrow."
"Who cares. It won't be the first time I've gone to work hungover." Liam replied, a mischievous grin on his face.
Zackary shook his head and rose off of his stool. "You can get fired for that, you know. Let me grab my phone, and you can meet me out back, in the parking lot."
"Gotcha." Liam grinned at Zackary before heading over to say goodbye to his friends and heading to the parking lot.
Liam waited out there for a bit before he saw Zackary trotting over. "Hey," He said rather breathlessly; he probably ran out. "Here's my number." He handed Liam a slip of paper. "Maybe you'd want to… go out some time? Whenever our schedules line up?"
"Totally, I'll text you the times I'm free and we can work out a date that works." He said, slipping the paper into his wallet to keep it safe.