#rp thread. courantvvitch

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"Oh look, someone relatively close to my age for once," Link notes from where she's perched near the bar. Sometimes the Courant-Throckmorton money was handy - it meant she could get places Drake and Company couldn't. Even if she was in a dress. "Do I dare presume you're one Rafe Adler? Link Courant; though the bouncer at the front door with the guest list would say otherwise." She offers her hand to shake. Just so. Like Mother taught her. // @courantvvitch​

Rafe was distracted, looking at the cup of drink in his hand. A cup of drink he shouldn't even be having according to the law...if not for his fake ID. Money and contacts in the criminal world have it's many utilities. And I guess he looked old enough if he managed to convince Sam and Nathan Drake to work with him.

He is suddenly brought out of his thoughts when he hears a female voice directed a him. He turns in the direction of the voice. The clothes, posture and formality of the girl making him wonder from where she knows his name. Did they meet before? Maybe in one of the many fancy events his father made him go. However if that were the case she wouldn't be introducing herself. In the back of his mind he remembers that Nathan maybe mentioned someone but he never payed much attention to what Nate said anyway.

"I'm Rafe Adler, yes." Rafe shakes Link's hand. Formalities were also his thing, unfortunately. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Courant. Would you like to join me for a drink?" He smiles politely. If he's being honest, he would rather be alone with his thoughts but the etiquette he learned says otherwise.

"I have to agree with you it is refreshing to see someone who doesn't look at least ten years older than you."