what do i know about being nice? c'mon, kyna, show me some mercy
yeah that's what i hear.
see if i can find something pretty.
see if i can find something pretty.
maybe i'll see you then.
[ it's more like four hours later, mostly because he doesn't want to seem too eager, and then he gets a little distracted with other stuff, but eventually he shows up and takes a seat on one of the stools up at the bar. There's a flower in one of the buttonholes of the denim shirt hanging open over a worn tank top, something pale pink and heavy-headed with ruffly petals. If it has a name, he has no idea what it is. ]
[ it's more like four hours later, mostly because he doesn't want to seem too eager, and then he gets a little distracted with other stuff, but eventually he shows up and takes a seat on one of the stools up at the bar. There's a flower in one of the buttonholes of the denim shirt hanging open over a worn tank top, something pale pink and heavy-headed with ruffly petals. If it has a name, he has no idea what it is. ]
What? No.
[ He pulls the flower from its buttonhole and sets it on the bar between them. ]
Had to find something pretty on short notice, remember?
[ He pulls the flower from its buttonhole and sets it on the bar between them. ]
Had to find something pretty on short notice, remember?
You got here two hours ago, don't be dramatic.
[ Obviously the two hours that happened before that point don't count. It's fine. The real story here, anyway, is the way she looks with a whatever-that-is at the side of her face, but he's content to say nothing about it. ]
So. What's on the menu tonight?
[ Read: Does he get to pick his drink, or is it dealer's choice? ]
[ Obviously the two hours that happened before that point don't count. It's fine. The real story here, anyway, is the way she looks with a whatever-that-is at the side of her face, but he's content to say nothing about it. ]
So. What's on the menu tonight?
[ Read: Does he get to pick his drink, or is it dealer's choice? ]
You wanna make something else, make me something else. I ain't picky.
Sounds good.
[ Sounds more promising than ominous to him, honestly--but he's got an iron stomach. For now, he takes a sip of his drink and the corner of his mouth curls up, teasing. ]
Not bad. They teach you this one?
[ Sounds more promising than ominous to him, honestly--but he's got an iron stomach. For now, he takes a sip of his drink and the corner of his mouth curls up, teasing. ]
Not bad. They teach you this one?
Very. [ And after another sip-- ] Bet Nathan showed you, he knows a good rum'n coke.
[ Which doesn't do anything to teach him a lesson. It might just encourage him. ]
Well, someone's gotta. But someone must've trained you.
Well, someone's gotta. But someone must've trained you.
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