Re: 7:25 p.m., by the bar - aurora / daniel
Foolish though it was, Daniel laughed aloud, pointing a finger at Chris. "This man gets it. Better late than never, hon. Besides." He brushed one shoulder with the tips of his fingers. "Perfection takes time." He leaned over the bar long enough to order a double whiskey neat. Then he slid back down, his shoulder bumping playfully into Aurora's.
"One, not my date. We were meetin' here for drinks cos 'tis the season to get trashed. So get your head outta the gutter." He curled a hand around his glass when it came, taking a lengthy sip. Lying, it seemed, was thirsty work. "Two," he added, "you're dressed for big game. Who are you huntin' tonight?"