The evening wasn't chilly, but it was drizzling down enough that Dalton had an umbrella out and held up above their heads. That was the only unfortunate part of being chased out of their chosen bar, as the sound drowned out any chance of conversation. They'd met to talk, after all. Talk and drink, and they'd only got the drink part of it done, and even then, not much of it. An inauspicious result of their long-awaited meeting for drinks, but Dalton was not ready to call it quits just yet.
Lin's words had Dalton chuckling, remarking with good humour, “Saved from tough questions by the premier band Swedish Hike. Lucky us.” They would have hit a wall where they could no longer speak in euphemisms, or even understand each other's euphemisms, he was sure, so she had a point. “I don't live too far from here, if we wanted to continue with our drinks and discussion? Easier than finding a quiet bar at this time of evening.”
And the short walk would mean they did not have to suffer the weather for long. The umbrella was a good one, large and covering their heads, although the pooling water on the pedestrian walkways might risk their shoes. Dalton left his boots at home.