Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
[She pulled the door open wider, giving him plenty of room to walk inside or whatever. And, yeah, she looked young, but twenty-three was old enough for drinks. Shit, this was Gotham; she was probably one of the oldest chicks in the joint. But she was naive, no doubt about that, even with the layer of language to make it appear otherwise.] Yeah, a lot of people make that mistake. I think it's the cursing. They expect dudes to curse or whatever, but not women.
[She looked him over, but she wasn't looking for dangers or threats or anything. Her inky blue eyes were curious about this guy that met strangers for drinks in dangerous cities. He wasn't unaware of Gotham's reputation, yeah? That said something about him. A few seconds, and then she turned and led him down the long hall. A turn toward the bar, and she motioned to two stools at the end, with a gap of a few stools for quiet.
She jumped up the stool with the exuberance of youth, and she leaned a shoulder on the bar and gave him a look that was natural maturity, something like trouble in her eyes, and then she asked the hovering bartender for two of their best on tap, yeah?] What is about beer that makes it work risking your life over?
[He looked kind of academic or something, long and lanky with a fucking trenchcoat. He didn't look like mobs or street fights. But, again, naive as fuck, and she just wanted to get a little drunk. It was the harmless alternative when she didn't want to think about the complicated shit that was wading its way back into the pool of her life.]