Re: Hal & Dinah & Open
Oooooh, Hal was toasty. Dinah managed not to laugh at his flop and was almost entirely certain now that she'd be holding his hair back by the end of the night- but what the hell, it wouldn't be the first time, nor the last. And he'd done the same for her plenty of times. That's what friends were for.
She patted his shoulder with her not salted hand, trying to help him stay steady in his chair, "Easy big guy. Do you want some water?"
She laughed at his toast and raised her shot, taking a second to lick the salt from her hand before tossing the whole thing back and following with a lime-- and then repeating the process twice more. By the time she'd finished the three shots (because 1) Danny hadn't turned her down because that wasn't even a thing and 2) he'd kicked her ass but not badly enough to warrant two extra shots), she could already feel the stiffness in her muscles fading and the bruises easing their aches.
"Same way I met the other one, really-- by trying to kick his teeth in." She said with a grin in her friend's direction, sipping from the scotch Hal had left in her care. "He's a martial artist." She said with a slight shrug, as if that explained how she would know him. Of course all martial artists knew each other...
...though, in all honesty, when someone was as proficient in martial arts as Dinah, they tended to make it a point to know everyone who was at their level-- and especially those that exceeded it.