Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
I didn't jump. [She said it with a grin that said yeah, ok, so maybe she'd jumped or whatever. She wasn't even sorry about it, and she wasn't ashamed or anything. She didn't have much concern about that kind of shit. A beer was a beer, and meeting up with someone new was just something people did, and she didn't think it was a sign of desperation or anything weird like that.] So, you can't use that as a reason or whatever.
[Her smile was as playful as his was impish, ans she laughed loud and long and without care for the fucking setting.] No one actually says that. Beer tastes like piss. [She hadn't actually acquired the taste. She didn't hate it like she had when she was younger, but it wasn't like a thing she loved or anything. Booze was booze, and it tasted like shit going down, but it served its purpose.
But a toast sounded good, yeah, and she swiveled on her stool and picked up the cold glass of amber. She waited to see if he would say anything, but he didn't, and after holding the beer up a second she finally tacked on words.] To meeting new fuckers and risking our lives for beer? [Her smile said she had a feeling he was fishing for something more personal, and she didn't give it to him on purpose. Teasing mischief as she drank the beer and, yeah, ok, all things considered it wasn't so bad.] Smooth, yeah? [Another sip.] So, where's home?