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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 5:36 pm
The last time they met, Quinn was on all fours and covered in fur. Thankfully this time around, she was upright and fur-free. This time around she didn't have to send Veer to meet up with him (or leave a note) to send him to a dark alley. This time? She was getting a ******** drink.
She had sent him a quick text earlier in the week, mentioning a time and place to meet her. There were a few bars in town that she knew she could get into without a problem, regardless of being underage, so she picked her favorite one.
With both elbows on the bar and a pint of beer between her hands, she sat awkwardly on the bar stool with her right leg crossed over her left. Every once in a while she had to shoot some random drunk a*****e a dirty look when he tried to hit on her- some male company would hopefully keep them away so she was eagerly awaiting his arrival.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 6:34 pm
She had been a cat last time -- which mean, when he stepped into the bar, Ever's eyes were going to skate over and past her, his expression vaguely confused as he peeled off his scarf and his hat, hopelessly smoothing a hand over white hair. At least she would recognize him, a couple inches taller than most of the people there, nose a size too big, even with wind-chapped cheeks.
He only hesitated a moment before stepping up to the bar, gloves shoved awkwardly into his pocket and a smile drawn instinctively to his mouth. Until she spotted him, until she replied, he was going to order a drink, claim a stool, and pull out his phone to double-check text messages. He could figure that much out, at least.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 7:08 pm
Quinn whipped out her own cell phone to quickly check the time while taking a sip of the ice cold beer in her free hand. Realizing that it was about meeting time, she spun in her stool and peered out into the crowd of people. She was cursing under her breath when she realized she was several inches too short to be able to see anything, then pushing herself up so she was on her tip-toes on a rung on the stool, using the bar to balance herself.
When she spotted that familiar mess of white curls, she hopped down from the bar stool, grabbed her beer, shoved her phone back into her jeans pocket and made her way over to him. She plopped herself into the stool next to him, a few seats down from where she had been originally.
After taking a long drink of her beer, she finally set her glass down and turned to face him, a grin on her face. "Hey Ever," she pointed at herself in introduction, "Quinn."
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 2:24 pm
His attention was across the bar, tracking the [rather attractive, but when were they not?] bartender as he mixed up a simple vodka tonic. Watching him work made Ever faintly wistful. It wasn't, of course, that he resented Zac. Of course not. If he didn't like Zac so much, he wouldn't spend so much time with him -- it was just that, well. He had always enjoyed a little wandering.
It was tempting.
Easy for Quinn to sneak up on him as he looked away. Ever started at the sound of his name, eyes flashing onto her immediately, and for just a moment his expression was guilty. Nevermind that he hadn't even gotten to the flirting, and that the bartender was probably too straight for him anyway. There was still something in the very thought that made him feel bad.
"Um." This was new. He struggled to rein it in, and missed his drink getting settled down in front of him. He dug for a grin, eyes on the girl instead. "Oh. Yes. Quinn. You, uh. Beat me here..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 9:40 pm
Luckily for Ever, Quinn didn't for a second notice him watching the hot bartender. And even if she had? She had zero idea that he was interested in men, so she wouldn't have caught on. And if she did know and noticed? Well, she had no idea he was in a committed relationship, so who was she to judge?
She nodded at the bartender and smiled when he set Ever's drink in front of him, then quickly turned her attention to her surprised and... confused? drinking partner for the evening.
"You seem surprised to see me," she said with a laugh before taking another sip of her drink. "I figured after making you search me out in an alley last time, I should try and be early for round two." She winked at him before sipping again, then placed her beer down on the bar.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 2:11 pm
"Maybe it's just surprise because you, well. Shaved." There was a smile, blooming, Ever working to relax into himself. He twisted in his seat to mostly-face her, properly, and raised his glass in a little salute before taking a too long-gulp himself. Dark eyes flashed around the bar. This was the kind of place where he was at home.
The breath eased out of him as he swallowed, set the drink down and leaned back on his elbows. Taking her in. She was young -- younger than him, but most of them were. Senshi especially, but even among his fellow officers...Ever shook his head a touch.
"It's a better look, without the whiskers."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 5:52 pm
Quinn couldn't help but laugh at his comment about her shaving- which realistically, was quite the understatement. She grabbed her drink in her right hand and raised in to response to his own glass. "Cheers," she muttered and gulped her drink again.
"I dunno. I became awfully fond of being fuzzy and with whiskers. Something about a hairy woman, y'know?" She shook her head and chuckled, leaning against the bar.
"Have you been here before?" An eyebrow raised when she asked the question, taking a look around the bar. "I come here pretty often, they don't I.D. me. I'm legal back home, but not here which is bullshit."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:41 am
"Uh. Maybe. I don't know." A quick look around the place, his eyes narrowed -- in his years living on his own, Ever'd done a lot of wandering. A lot of exploring. Had hopped around Destiny City quite a bit. This place, though, didn't really ring a bell. Obviously there had been no grand conquest or terrible disaster here. Hard to tell if that was a good thing or a bad one.
He shook his head as he looked back to her, vaguely bemused. "I know a lot of places where they don't card, though. Or where they don't card if you play it right, anyway, or if you dress right, or if you, uh, make nice with the bouncer..."
In his time, Ever'd done all those things. Hardly mattered now, with twenty-two hanging around his neck and twenty-three approaching at a shocking pace. It wasn't old -- except that it kind of was, for the community he was a part of. He made a faint noise. "It's been so long. I barely remember why we're doing this."
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 10:18 am
She wrinkled her nose at the idea of making nice with the bouncers at bars. Then she looked down at herself, realizing that she definitely wasn't dressed right. "I don't think I'd even know where to begin if I wanted to dress slutty and flirt with a bouncer to get into a bar." She laughed and took a drink. "I don't do... All of that very well," she waved a hand in the air when she said 'all of that' and shrugged.
An eyebrow raised at his next comment, and that made her think. "I... Don't remember either," She blinked a few times, a blank look on her face while she thought about it.
"Ah well, not important! Tell me about yourself- I don't know many uhm... Agents, outside of "work"", she put work in air quotes. "What do you do? Are you seeing anyone? Anyone else worth my time in getting to know?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:01 am
Those were not the questions he expected and it showed on his face; obviously, Ever had been expecting something a bit more organizational, more plotting, and the personal probing...well. It didn't make him uncomfortable, certainly, because Ever had little pride for her to pop. But it left him bemused, maybe a little bit relieved, reassured of their mutual humanity.
Fancy that.
So he raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the bar, and tipped his chin up. "...me all paranoid that people would make assumptions, and it seems like half the crowd doesn't even know. Obviously I give myself more importance than I actually have."
His tone was dry, faintly teasing, but only faintly. There was some lingering discomfort there. He shrugged away the question, some. "I live with someone. I guess I'm 'seeing' him, though I try not to think about it..."
A quick sip of a drink, at that, between a toast and a personal blessing, and he looked away from her, around the place. "This isn't exactly your usual scene, is it?"
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