I miss you when you're gone

Despite warnings that today was going to be an exceptionally warm day, Spencer had spent most of his time outside working in his yard. While he was not exceptionally interested in conventional gardening, the man had recently purchased a greenhouse and, despite hiring a crew to install the structure, his extreme need of control had him monitoring and critiquing the workers' decisions when building the structure. By the end of the project, it was debatable whether Spencer or the workers were more delighted that it was finally over and they were rid of each other. It wasn't even an exceptionally large greenhouse, a simple 6ft by 8ft structure in his backyard. Yet it was fast becoming his pride and joy as he spent the afternoon setting up shelves, tables, potting benches in the interior. What on earth would Spencer need such a thing for? His craft, obviously. While he could keep spend his money purchasing some of the rarer plants, he would rather cut out the middle man. Obviously he didn't intend on growing some of his more... questionable goods, but it would help speed up the production rate of the common potions, poultices, and remedies that people sought "herbalists" and "naturalists" out. He had always been told he needed to get a hobby and now, here he was with one.

However, after spending what should have been his day off working, it was quickly decided he needed some time to relax, as well as a drink to encourage that relaxation. Spencer didn't intend on staying out late, just a few drinks then returning home. He showered the dirt and sweat off, staying in a little longer to shave the scruff along his jaw. While typically he let his facial hair grow, it had recently gotten longer than he preferred. It was almost resembling a beard at this point. It had been a while since he was completely clean-shaven so he figured it was time, mix things up slightly. Once out of the shower, it was a matter of selecting a pair of slim pants and a dark navy shirt. Once dressed, Spencer headed toward his preferred haunt â€" the ever-satisfying VooDoo Room.

When he arrived, Spencer had intended on making his way to his usual corner booth but elected to break his usual routine by going to the bar to get a drink first. His dark eyes noted the blonde â€" her back to him â€" that seemed to be searching the crowd, wondering silently if she was here to find her friends or a friend for the night. Either way, he wasn't really interested since he just wanted his drink. When off-duty, the warlock much preferred the company of himself. Leaning his weight on the bar, he stood a couple of stools from her, lifting his hand slightly to get the attention of the bartender. When the bartender motioned toward Spencer's choice of liquor, he nodded simply and waited for the man to get to his drink. Perhaps it was wrong for them to know his liquor so well but, it wasn't like they were throwing a Tintamarre in his honor or something. While he waited, he glanced toward the woman again, there was something... familiar... about her yet he could not place it. It was strange. He shrugged it off; staring at her wouldn't solve the question and he wasn't going to ask if they knew one another.

"Thank you. Just start a tab." His voice rumbled when the bartender slid his drink across the countertop, Spencer handing him his card in exchange. "A water too, if you would." He added on second thought, fingertips drumming across the counter while he waited.

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