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Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in entrywaythreads,
@ 2021-03-19 23:57:00

Entry tags:

brynhild, jason todd

Who: Bryn and Jason
Where: His Gun shop
What: Booze, stories, and face to face.
When: After store close.
Rating: TBD
Open: Ask first
Status: On going

She couldn't remember the last time someone had been so easy to talk to in such short amount of time. Was it the anonymity of the screen? Or real chemistry? The only way to know that was to remove the screens. When he had suggested drinks it seemed like the way. And she didn't have to be flush with coin. She would share what seemed to be the only bottle she would ever see again. And she already knew Jason was worthy of it.

She didn't bother changing from what she had worn for her last client, she'd gone up to her apartment grabbed the bottle, as soon as it was closing time. But she didn't enter the door, she felt the barrier, weak as it was, at the threshold, she knocked. She would need an invite in.

Bryn rocked back on the five inch black heeled boots. She had gone for a innocent farm girl look. Blue checked flannel unbuttoned and tied, though if one looked too hard they would notice the buttons were gone, high rise skinny jeans, where tucked into the boots. Paired with the double braids that sat on her shoulders, she thought she pulled off the look well. And it wasn't horribly indecent to meet her new friend in. The black bottle dangled from her grip, as she waited.

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abetterbatman
2021-03-21 02:49 pm UTC (link)

Jason, who worked hard at removing his own but knew the New Jersey was never really going to leave him, liked to think he was good at picking out accents. Hers though, he couldn't exactly place entirely. There was a lot going on there, which he supposed was to be expected given that she might have been a great deal older than she looked. Immortals were always tricky. He wasn't working though, he could relax and not have to worry that she wasn't who and what she said she was. Of course the issue there was actually letting himself relax. Hyper-vigilance made him good at his job but tended to ruin his social life.

He locked the door behind her. It was a small knob, one that could be turned easily if she wanted to leave but it would be enough to keep anyone who saw the lights from coming in. He hadn't wanted to make her anxious, incredibly powerful undead creature of the night aside, she was still a comparatively small woman and he was a tall man with weapons and a soundproof basement. He understood how it looked and how some people might have been uneasy, no matter that Jason was the farthest from that sort of man.

There was a soft snort at her words and he tilted his head a little to tell her to follow him through the small aisle between racks and back to where he had the stools set up at the counter. "I would have been shorter than most people," he said with a little amused smirk. "Of course, the height on my dating profiles would still be the same."