diggerharkness (diggerharkness) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-05-29 02:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain boomerang, pete wisdom |
Who: Digger Harkness and Pete Wisdom
When: Backdated, May 25th, 2013
Where: New York City, Byron's
What: Drinks
Rating: R because Rogues and Pete swears
Digger had sent out a text before he'd left the current Rogue hideout, too glad to get away from Mardon's annoying quotes from Twain, along with Snart's chain-smoking and looking pissed. Really, spend enough time with those two, and suddenly Iron Heights looked inviting. ... Well, alright maybe Heights never looked inviting ever, but a break from the other Rogues was needed.
And Digger shuffled his way towards a little pub that he'd actually taken to liking more than the other American bars that he and the others frequented. For starters, this one actually played good sports, and honestly, Digger was sick of watching hockey. If those fucks thought that they knew how to fight, they had another thing coming. But Snart was a nut for the shit, so the Aussie knew better than to ask to have the channel changed. A man could get his face smashed into the bar for that kind of behavior.
It wasn't strictly all brits at Bryons, but a mix of them, Scots, Irish, and a few other Europeans currently staying in New York. Digger was so far the only Australian, and was given a wide berth by the other patrons. That came about after his first night at the pub, when he'd calmly beat the piss out of an unfortunate American who'd tried to get the channel changed to basketball.
Digger checked his texts and then shook his head, eyes drifting upwards to the TV, where some semi-finals match was playing. "Beer," he said, not even bothering to look at the barkeep. If Wisdom showed, Digger might buy him a drink. Might.