The Abbey Pub & Grill
He'd been back for two days, and was barely getting into a new sleep schedule. Tristan wasn't sure if he should get used to it again, especially if they needed him back in Boston for something...they always needed him for something.
The Abbey was in his sights. He'd been standing across the street for quite some time, just observing the place. Watching the groups pour in and head out after they'd had their fill of ale, or food or idle chatter over the last football match. He just watched. No sight of Kara Viridian. yet. No sight of his sister. Step-sister, to be precise. Even if she had turned up, Tristan wouldn't engage. Not yet. He just wanted to check on his dearest sibling, a girl he hadn't seen since Hogwarts, and even then he never really talked to her. They'd only passed each other in the halls, smiling as they did, as they talked with their friends about Quidditch or assignments or about how grumpy the Potions master was.
Tristan eyed his watch. Five to Six. It was time to head inside.
He'd be waiting for an informant, one who went by a nickname as opposed to his real name, as not to blow his cover. Pulling up the collar of his coat, Tristan dipped his head and crossed the street, walking up the steps into the pub. There was still a fair amount of folks here, laughing, talking, having a good time. This sort of crowd made for good cover, and conversation, which is probably why the others preferred to meet here over any other place on the strip. Tristan seated himself, ordering a bourbon from the cute waitress before taking a seat at the booth near the corner. Not too many people here.
Still no sign of Kara.