[In Person] Nope, no illusionists here. Don't know what you're talking about.

[bestamontillado]

[The Fluffy Duckling has a patron that ... wouldn't be familiar to anyone. Just an unknown, fairly pretty lady with long black hair partly tied back, in a rather nice red dress with necklace and earrings of ruby and gold, paying with a handful of small gemstones for... well, drinks for the night.]

[Yes, Spade got sick of hiding out at his riverside camp, but wandering around too visibly ran the risk of certain people realizing he hadn't stayed dead; what illusions he has aren't strong enough... so he's abused the Tarnhelm's shapeshifting and disguise abilities; he is mimicking someone, but it's a lady from somewhere a bit after World War II, too late for any of his generation to recognize her, and too early for any of Tsuna's group. The jewelry's real, for what it's worth.]

[Well, and since it is a shapeshift, technically the rest of the package of being a chick is real, not that this is that much of a novelty to someone used to body-hopping.]

[Said "unknown" lady is at the bar, and is drinking as if there's an attempt at getting away from things for a while, idly watching the other patrons come and go.]

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[waterformybath]

[Howl wasn't a big fan of drinking. The only reason he visited the pub at all was that it was - as he had come to notice - frequented by various, attractive-looking women. That was an odd thing to him, coming from a time when pubs were the gathering places of the less reputable half of the male sex, but a man had to go where the ladies went.

So here he was at the Fluffy Duckling, looking over the selection of drinks for something familiar that wouldn't leave him on the floor later with a headache to rival all headaches.]

[bestamontillado]

[Well, Spade's seen Howl on the network before, and around during the invasion, but this isn't someone he's actually met; he's not sure if Howl's someone overly capable...]

[But right now, to be honest, half of hanging around the bar was various things of the past century catching up, including being reminded that it'd basically been a hundred years since there'd been much in the way of human company that WASN'T directly related to various ruses and manipulations.]

[So yes. There is a very pretty lady at the bar that has noticed and seems certainly amused over "her" drink, with empty areas near her, who is at least looking for company for a while...]

I'm sorry for the kind-of-late OTL

[waterformybath]

[Howl immediately takes a seat, not right next to the woman (he doesn't want to come on too strongly), but near enough to strike up a conversation. He orders a drink and glances over as if merely affecting a passing interest in the patrons nearest him.]

I don't believe I've seen you before, [he remarks truthfully]