[ The bar’s winding down for the night by the time he arrives. The shows have all ended and the bulk of the crowd has found someone to spend the night with, so Sara’s tidying up and closing out a few lingering customers when he arrives.
Double-taking when she sees him approaching, she glances him over, a slow smile on her lips. ]
Hey, stranger. [ Is he technically a stranger if he’s a new version of someone she’s fucked before? Time will tell. ]
[His grin lengthens a bit at the greeting. It's a little fucking weird, innit? Not knowing what somebody else knows about you, not knowing what they're thinking exactly. But he can roll with it. Probably.]
We gonna get that drink now, love? Get... reacquainted?
[ It’s eerie, how similar he is to the Butcher she’d met so many months ago. She’s not what she’d been expecting - a variant, maybe, like the handful of people she’s met here before. Older, or from a different timeline.
Her gaze lingers over him a moment before she grabs a bottle of bourbon from nearby, pouring him a hefty serving and setting it in front of him. ]
I just have a few more customers to close out, then I’m all yours.
[He notices the looks. He knows what they mean. Hell, he's probably given a few in his day. But any proof of his being different is tucked under his clothes in a map of nasty scars from his time down in Hell.
But Butcher is Butcher in the end and you don't have to twist his arm to throw back a good whiskey. Or a piss poor one.]
Oh, I'll keep meself entertained with this, love. Then we'll see about working off whatever excess energy you got.
I think ‘off’ is just part of your existence, Butcher. Or at least the version I met.
[ She quirks a smile, shooting him a wink and disappearing down the bar to close out a few remaining tabs. The dirty dishes get thrown into the dishwasher after that, and then she’s wiping down the bar, inching her way towards him and nodding at his glass. ]
[ She quirks a smile, mischief gleaming in her eyes. ]
Play your cards right, sure.
[ She disappears for a few minutes, locking up the back, then the front and flipping the sign to closed. Tugging off her apron, she slides onto the stool next to him, glancing him up and down again. ]
[He seems to consider that. It feels like a wee bit of a trick question -- yes, of course he bloody wants more.
But too much, and he's gonna be useless for what he's over here for. So-- later. Right now, he shrugs his shoulders as he leans against the bar. There's a grin that tugs at his lips.]
I think I'd rather have you, love, if I'm bein' honest.
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alotmorehorrible) wrote2022-12-23 07:36 pm
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Mm, I'll be there.
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see you soon, handsome.
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[And sure enough, he'll show up as promised. He's not one to turn down free bourbon, or a good fuck.
With or without a bit of roughing up, you know. He never presumes to know what Sara Lance'll be up to.]
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see you soon.
[ The bar’s winding down for the night by the time he arrives. The shows have all ended and the bulk of the crowd has found someone to spend the night with, so Sara’s tidying up and closing out a few lingering customers when he arrives.
Double-taking when she sees him approaching, she glances him over, a slow smile on her lips. ]
Hey, stranger. [ Is he technically a stranger if he’s a new version of someone she’s fucked before? Time will tell. ]
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We gonna get that drink now, love? Get... reacquainted?
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Her gaze lingers over him a moment before she grabs a bottle of bourbon from nearby, pouring him a hefty serving and setting it in front of him. ]
I just have a few more customers to close out, then I’m all yours.
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[He notices the looks. He knows what they mean. Hell, he's probably given a few in his day. But any proof of his being different is tucked under his clothes in a map of nasty scars from his time down in Hell.
But Butcher is Butcher in the end and you don't have to twist his arm to throw back a good whiskey. Or a piss poor one.]
Oh, I'll keep meself entertained with this, love. Then we'll see about working off whatever excess energy you got.
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[ She quirks a smile, shooting him a wink and disappearing down the bar to close out a few remaining tabs. The dirty dishes get thrown into the dishwasher after that, and then she’s wiping down the bar, inching her way towards him and nodding at his glass. ]
You want another?
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[But there's a smile playing against his lips, his eyes following her-- and then when she's back.
Well, there's a thoughtful hum that leaves his lips.]
Maybe one more, yeah? Then maybe you on the bar?
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[ She smirks at him, gaze lingering over him a moment before she takes his empty glass and refills it. ]
Maybe. [ She shoots him a wink, passing his glass back to him. ]
Lemme lock up. Then you can have me however you want.
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Any way at all, huh?
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Play your cards right, sure.
[ She disappears for a few minutes, locking up the back, then the front and flipping the sign to closed. Tugging off her apron, she slides onto the stool next to him, glancing him up and down again. ]
You want another?
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But too much, and he's gonna be useless for what he's over here for. So-- later. Right now, he shrugs his shoulders as he leans against the bar. There's a grin that tugs at his lips.]
I think I'd rather have you, love, if I'm bein' honest.
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Well, I did say however you want, didn’t I?