[ Hellboy is there a little earlier than he suggested to Anduin, mostly so he can sink a few before the other man arrives. He's not quite at the point of being on a true bender, not like the time in Mexico or the other time in Alaska, or come to think of it way too many times recently, but he's been drinking with grim determination more for most of the time since that encounter in the market. So far his enhanced healing has been taking care of most of it so he's still functional, though he thinks he might need to work on that after this conversation.
He's visited Mendacity a few times before and doesn't get much interest now, so he's pretty much left alone as he takes up most of a booth along one of the walls, a number of bottles already ranged across the wooden table in front of him. Besides that and a certain air of exhaustion he's no worse for wear for being impaled and partially eviscerated by necrotic magic.
Trusting that Anduin will be able to pick him out in the crowd, he doesn't pay much attention to the comings and goings of other patrons, his gaze on the empty air in front of him as he considers the depths of what he's accidentally stumbled into. ]
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He's visited Mendacity a few times before and doesn't get much interest now, so he's pretty much left alone as he takes up most of a booth along one of the walls, a number of bottles already ranged across the wooden table in front of him. Besides that and a certain air of exhaustion he's no worse for wear for being impaled and partially eviscerated by necrotic magic.
Trusting that Anduin will be able to pick him out in the crowd, he doesn't pay much attention to the comings and goings of other patrons, his gaze on the empty air in front of him as he considers the depths of what he's accidentally stumbled into. ]