Mick Rory|Heat Wave (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bringtheheat) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} jurassiccitylog,@ 2016-06-05 12:17:00 |
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what: Mick visiting Sara at work and meeting the Mrs.
where: Pour Judgement, because that's basically where Mick lives now.
when: Saturday night. 6/4
warning: Probably language, and Sara drinking Mick under the table...AGAIN.
status: In progress.
It'd only been a few days, and already Mick had seen the inside of all the bars this strange new place had to offer. Pour Judgment however, was hands down his favorite. It had the type of bar feel he looked for in a place, as well as a certain blonde assassin who would occasionally pour him a little extra or slide him a fresh beer on the house. Yep, he liked having connections. Sara was already behind the bar when Mick arrived that night. He'd been restless as usual in his apartment and decided he might as well be restless enjoying a strong drink and some fairly decent music. The company didn't hurt either, but he wasn't one to admit he'd grown fond of being around a certain few of his team mates.
He'd hardly spent any time in his apartment yet. It was too quiet and unfamiliar to really relax in. Or maybe that was just him. This place was surprisingly uneventful for being surrounded by dinosaurs. At least compared to the liveliness he was use to living in Central City. Hell, even his downtime on the Waverider didn't leave him this stir crazy. Actually that was a lie, it was a lot like being on the Waverider again, only with a few new faces and no mission to focus his mind on. Though he was making due. He was already in the midst of making plans for a heist, and had convinced a certain blonde haired alien to show off some of her super powers. Which he couldn't lie, had been pretty impressive. Oh, and did he mention Len was alive? Yeah, that was pretty much worth all the rest. As complicated as that situation was, and ever shall be, he was truly grateful to be where he was.
Mick nodded a greeting towards Sara who was busy at work before pulling up a seat at the tail end of the bar so that he was facing the entrance, a trait he'd undoubtedly picked up from Len. There was a decent sized crowed around, probably because it was a Saturday night. Apparently even on another planet it was still the night people went out and partied. Though to Mick it was just like any other night.