Kersen

[real_gun_hand]

Hotch had been trying to get out. He'd never been the sort to just go out for the sake of going out, but in London he knew so few people and the town itself was a mystery. He'd taken it to heart that he should find at least one new place every week and this week he'd found a lovely restaurant that served Asian food. Of course he had had Chinese in mind when he heard 'Asian' and was surprise dwhen he arrived that it was Indian cuisine. He'd enjoyed a delicious meal and then had started off to the tube when he spotted a bar. He could have one drink, he thought, and had made his way inside.

A piano bar, neatly appointed and apparently popular. Hotch took a seat at the bar and ordered a scotch, then turned to watch the pianist. He didn't recognize the song, but that was no shock. It sounded jazzy and that really wasn't his specialty.

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[real_gun_hand]

Hotch was not given to embarrassment and even when he did feel it he didn't let it show. So his gaze didn't waver, he didn't even blink.

"All right," he said simply, though inside he was turning over and over if it was an innocent comment- just the way Kersen talked- or if he was being flirted with. He didn't think that was possible.

[kersen]

And Kersen meanwhile interpreted that carefully neutral reaction as clear disinterest. Well, he'd had no reason to think the man was anything but straight. He dialed it back.

"Can I get you another drink?" he asked.

[real_gun_hand]

"I think another does sound good, but just one measure. I need to be able to find my way home without stumbling," he replied, and it was difficult to tell if he was joking his tone was so dry.