Where has that old friend gone?

[chesspolitik]

Contrary to popular belief, Anatoly did do things besides play chess and talk to other people besides Lex. On this fine Wednesday he was situated at the Jazz Club, happily watching Roger perform. The music wasn't quite his cup of tea if he was honest, but he was well aware his tastes were horrible old-fashioned and behind the times. Still, he was coming to find that it was growing on him. Another few visits and he just might fall under the seductive sway yet. In any case, his friend was a consummate showman and that was reason alone to watch.

When the set was over, he applauded enthusiastically. After giving Roger a few moments to recover and wind down, he made his way over to him, glass in hand. "That was amazing," he said. "As always."

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Roger returned with a vodka for Anatoly and a beer for himself moments later, having taken a second to talk to the bartender, as was customary. He was just happy the Willows Room was up and running again, even if it meant it was without Warrick. But hell, Roger had lost so many people, Warrick was almost just another brick in the memorial wall.

"Here." he extended it like a peace offering.

[chesspolitik]

"Thank you," Anatoly said with a warm smile as he accepted the drink. He took a deep drink from his glass, savoring the taste. What he would do when the vodka ran out, he didn't want to contemplate.

He was quiet for a few moments, enjoying both the vodka and companionship. It was easy, almost relaxing just being around Roger, even if he didn't always know how respond to him. "So, how have you been?"