the present now will later be past; methos (achanging) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
[He sauntered into the sultry den, not thinking twice about Sam being young in relation to drinking. A lot of people seemed young, and he wasn't some Puritan teetotaler from the New World. Anyone who was part of this crazy hotel business deserved a good beer.
His dusty hazel eyes met hers in her search, and he gave her another smile. He didn't feel the need to explain his reasons for coming here until she asked, but of course she would ask. At least he got settled onto a stool first, taking out the money for their first round.]
Oh, probably the same thing that makes you jump at the chance to join me. [Tables were easy to turn that way. On the one hand, he really did just love beer. On the other hand, his past had recently caught up with him and pulled him through the wringer. Getting away from his Paris was a necessity.
He had an impish smile as he inspected the beers brought over.] It's been argued that beer was the reason that humanity settled down. The reason for culture. Might as well take the time to enjoy it, right? [He was not doing himself any favors to not look like an academic, but that was fine with him. He enjoyed being a student. He'd do it almost every life. He stayed indoors and read, far away from beheadings and the Game. What wasn't to like?
Academics also really liked to drink.
And she, with her cursing and 'baby's and energy, what was she? Methos considered her casually as he lifted up his beer.] We need a toast, though. [He looked a little smirky, like the whole idea of a toast was silly, but why not? He was interested in what she'd toast.]