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meadowlarklogs2019-02-26 01:53 pm
ofobedience) wrote in meadowlarklogs2019-02-26 01:53 pm
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Closed - Whiskey on the rocks
WHO: Giovanni and Dutch
WHERE: Some seedy bar
WHEN: Backdated to right after this
WHAT: Post-sparring drinks
NOTES OR WARNINGS: TBD, talk of violence possibly
[This isn't what he does. But she suggested the drinks, he selected the bar - one of the sleazy, shady joints he works security for, and therefore somewhere he knows, somewhere where he's known. He always has found a sense of steadiness in familiarity.
They stand at the bar waiting for their order-- whiskey for him, a double, not because he likes it necessarily, but in books he'd read back there, the characters who drank it always sounded both sharp-edged and refined, and so he thinks perhaps it'll suit. He's not a drinker, usually. It wouldn't have touched him, were his powers intact, and he'd never had free reign to try it, anyway. Not that he'd have seen the point. Now, though? Why not? Why not, indeed.
Shirtsleeves rolled up, elbows on the bar, he turns to look at her.]
So, you weren't exaggerating after all.
['The whole package', she'd said. He smiles his crooked smile.]
WHERE: Some seedy bar
WHEN: Backdated to right after this
WHAT: Post-sparring drinks
NOTES OR WARNINGS: TBD, talk of violence possibly
[This isn't what he does. But she suggested the drinks, he selected the bar - one of the sleazy, shady joints he works security for, and therefore somewhere he knows, somewhere where he's known. He always has found a sense of steadiness in familiarity.
They stand at the bar waiting for their order-- whiskey for him, a double, not because he likes it necessarily, but in books he'd read back there, the characters who drank it always sounded both sharp-edged and refined, and so he thinks perhaps it'll suit. He's not a drinker, usually. It wouldn't have touched him, were his powers intact, and he'd never had free reign to try it, anyway. Not that he'd have seen the point. Now, though? Why not? Why not, indeed.
Shirtsleeves rolled up, elbows on the bar, he turns to look at her.]
So, you weren't exaggerating after all.
['The whole package', she'd said. He smiles his crooked smile.]
no subject
for now, drinks'll do. ]
Told you.
[ he smiles a crooked smile. her own is sharp, a little self-satisfied. cockiness is a skin dutch wears well. ]
You weren't half bad yourself.
I have been particularly useless this week, sorry!
To a certain extent, he can say the same of himself, even if he's not the best of his kind. If one can really call them a 'kind', with only he and one other from their original make and model remaining. But he does know down to the bones of himself that in any ordinary situation, only that remaining one could hold a candle to him.
Their situation here isn't ordinary, though.]
Good, but not good enough. Next time, perhaps.
never worry tbh
[ about him being good enough to beat her next time, that is —but while her tone is no less confident, it's a little warmer. she's genuinely looking forward to going again when he isn't injured, to testing herself against him again under different circumstances.
violence is something that was forced on her, but there's no denying the satisfaction of a good spar, of her muscles doing precisely what they're meant to do. the waiter brings their orders and dutch lifts her glass (whiskey, too), tipping it toward him in a silent toast.
after they're taken their first sip(s): ] Been here long?