Who: Owen Harper and Sam Winchester What: Meeting for the first time, oh dear When: Monday night Where: Verdant Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Owen loved his job. Surprisingly, he really did. He'd never seriously thought that he'd be terribly successful at it, but he was doing well. Or at least, the students weren't too terrified of him. Sometimes he was okay with that and sometimes he was a little disappointed. He'd have to step up his game.
But he wasn't an entirely different person. He was at Verdant, sitting at the bar and idly studying the crowd. He had about a fifty-fifty shot of bringing someone home -- he was pretty smooth when he wanted to be, and especially since he didn't have any reason to actually behave. Ianto was the closest thing he had to a reason, and the man was almost as bad an instigator sometimes as Owen himself was.
And so Owen sat at the bar, alone for the time being, while observing quietly but with an unsettling intensity. Sizing up the crowd? Oh, definitely.
Sometimes it was all too easy for Owen to fall back into old habits.