[Two days hadn't even passed since Lupin participated in that mad brawling fest hosted by the ever arrogant Tony Stark in the tunnels and lost his bout against that kid Spada--the kid could throw a hard punch, and was as hard headed as the thief. Of course he was in Good Spirits. Despite doctor's orders and banged-up ribs, he needed to get out of his apartment and see people. It was still considered resting as long as he didn't get into another fight. Technically.
He didn't order alcohol, not on that day. The doctor would really be pissed at him if he did. Instead, he settles at the bar to people watch and nurse a coke or two. The stranger reading at the bar naturally catches his eye because of how unusual such an act was. Lupin sidles over and idly peers over his shoulder...
cueing more surprise. Rifle technical manuals? Really?]
Is that a FAMAS service rifle? [Standard-issue military weapon of his home country. Who would have thought?]
Oh, you have just made my day!
He didn't order alcohol, not on that day. The doctor would really be pissed at him if he did. Instead, he settles at the bar to people watch and nurse a coke or two. The stranger reading at the bar naturally catches his eye because of how unusual such an act was. Lupin sidles over and idly peers over his shoulder...
cueing more surprise. Rifle technical manuals? Really?]
Is that a FAMAS service rifle? [Standard-issue military weapon of his home country. Who would have thought?]