Raven // Ezra (Shae) Dufraisne (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} in_the_wings) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
Shae's eyes had been trained on the man at the bar, so he was only paying half attention as Ren spoke. He watched as the bartender did just as he'd requested: waited until he'd left the bar counter, then delivered a Heineken to the blonde in question, who glanced around questioningly for his mysterious benefactor.
He was really deviating from protocol tonight, and the worst part was that he didn't particularly care. The only equipment he was packing was a pair of cuffs and the revolver that had taken up regular residence on his left side shoulder holster; his badge and ID were shoved a little haphazardly into his back pocket, hardly on display.
Oh, right, and he was drinking a fucking beer and doing his damnedest to get himself laid- only the object of his attentions was so ridiculously dense that Shae wasn't sure the kid would even KNOW if he were gay. Goddamn, but he was hot...what a shame.
Either way, though, this whole situation reeked of unprofessionalism. And now the fugitive was in a crowded public establishment, with at least a dozen dangerous and potentially lethal outcomes. And...well, he still didn't care all that much.
Shae retrieved his cue a little robotically and moved in for a shot, twisting the stick in his hand and putting an impressive spin on the cue ball that sank three successive solids as it ricocheted off the side. "You ain' got da sense you were born wit'," he said, addressing Ren with a direct stare and a quirk of his eyebrow.
"'Dis is a gay bar, baby." He watched from the corner of his eye as the blonde man approached him, beer in hand and obvious interest on his face. "'Jes' be glad I foun' you first."