[The bartender set Steph's drink down and Dinah's shot and talking about Ollie was worth shooting it. She'd known it wasn't her blond asshole in tights the minute a day passed and he hadn't shown up on her doorstep. Ollie was a loudmouth but at least you knew where you were. Comforting, even if he was a dick.]
Long enough to know he's not from here. [And that was all that needed to be said. She wiped her mouth on the heel of her hand and she grinned, flashy.] I spoke to Bruce on the comm line. I was all in favor of tossing the demon king over a cliff-face. He nixed it. Those morals.