When I had first agreed to babysitting Arsenaal, entertaining what could only be assumed as a world class criminal wasn't on the docket. I'm not saying that it bothered me, wasting time with Tetradore until Davante was available for payment, just merely pointing out that it wasn't something I had intended on doing. If I'd been prepared for that, maybe some of my silliness wouldn't have been present and perhaps Tetradore might have gotten a far more professional greeting than what he unfortunately received. My brother, if anything, isn't predictable and he isn't one to do things in any kind of standard fashion... so, I've come to accept that while I didn't expect to accompanying Tetradore in any way other way than a brief conversation and acquisition of his wears, it is exactly what I would be doing.

Tetradore wasn't bad company, though it seemed my demeanor had caught him off guard. Were bright and shiny two adjectives that didn't typically describe his companions? That's a silly question, especially when the answer surely was no. Maybe he wasn't used to a positive attitude and a sense of humor... poor man. Even Davante, whose face was constantly expressive with whatever emotion the man felt in any second, had a sense of humor where he relaxed (occasionally) and found it within his power to be light hearted. I'm pretty sure all I am, at least on the surface, is light hearted and with that in mind, I fixed Tetradore with a deeply serious look.

Okay, probably not deeply serious. Let me rephrase: I fixed Tetradore with what was an attempted serious glower with my eyebrows knit together as if something had perturbed me. The expression didn't last very long, already faltering away from any kind of seriousness and morphing to something more curious.

"You're leaving that up to me?" I asked, finding my tone bright and amused before I ran my fingers over my lips. "No, no. See, you already left it up to me, you can't say you have to be Tetradore in public." I shook my head for added affect.

In truth, I couldn't care less what he was called or what I should call him. I was far too amused with the notion that he might let me choose his moniker. As we strolled down the street, I put a mild amount of effort into that train of thought to see where it might take me and let me tell you... it went nowhere good. Things like Man-Cat came to mind, but fortunately for Tetradore by the time I was about to giggle at my thoughts, we'd rounded the corner that the pub was located on and I could nod towards it to direct him inside.

Though not a particularly busy hour, the little pub was moderately crowded for the time of day as the hostess greeted us with obvious displeasure at finding herself needing to service other customers. When I replied with a chipper, "Two, please!" The girl almost rolled her eyes â€" but not before taking a long look at the man I was with. As if to try and figure out what she had stared at, I turned to him too â€" only to begin breaking out in words â€" and found my teeth sink into my bottom lip to keep from snickering. With a significantly more docile manner, the girl wound her way to a table in the back of the pub, slapping the menus down before graciously telling us our server would be over quickly.

"Is that the usual response you get from women?" I asked brightly, finding another amused smile tempting the corners of my lips as I flipped the menu open. When the server came to get our drink orders, I couldn't help myself ordering for Tetradore too. "Two Whiskey-Smashes please." The server left before I could feel the sheepishness creep into my smile. "... They're really good, I promise. So â€" tell me, do you woo women wherever you go?"