the present now will later be past; methos (achanging) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
[Naivete was not something that many Immortals had. If they wanted to survive, they couldn't risk it, and Methos was far too old to have any simple trust yet. He couldn't remember the last time he had. His first memory was taking his first head, and by that point, wide-eyed innocence had gone right out the window. He was cynical and jaded--but he just wanted a beer.
So this time, Sam was fine to be trusting.
But even with being jaded and alert, she still surprised him. He had actually stepped into Gotham to check it was the right door and to pawn off some priceless artifact that had simply been collecting dust in one of his storage units so that he could pay for the beers (and a lot more beside, and maybe he should think about opening some bank accounts in the different worlds, but that was for another time), but he thought they were meeting in the hotel, so back he went. And waited. And almost tumbled right back into her. He found his balance quickly and offered her what looked like a perfectly sheepish smile, too. She looked young, and the bar smelled like a lifetime ago. Mafia bars, smoke, heat and sultry music...and a girl in flannel who looked perfectly out of place that just made him smile more.
And again with the 'baby'. He had to chuckle. When he answered, his voice was pleasant, but the accent impossible to place.] Correct. You must be Sam. I wasn't sure you'd be a man or a woman, actually. [He admitted cheerfully. His gut had said woman, but who knew.]