the present now will later be past; methos (achanging) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
[There was no need to be sorry or ashamed--they were overrated, modern emotions in his mind anyway. The spark in her eyes and her smile said she was perfectly comfortable with the situation, and again, youth. She wasn't nervous and cynical like he was in his heart, or at least, he couldn't see one small trace of it.
But he was a little galled to her reaction to beer. He chuckled.] All right, tough crowd. Remind me to add a caveat next time--beer recommendations preferred from people who actually like beer. [Not all beer tasted like piss! Which was a strange expression on its own, but he didn't go down that conversational path.
She didn't go down a personal path, and that was also fine with him. He wanted to see how her mind worked, and there was nothing personal to it. Maybe she wasn't completely naive.] Cheers. [He agreed with the toast and took a taste. He loved beer, and he would admit that it was good, too. Maybe not getting shot good, but good, and since there was an escape route in a back closest where he could disappear very quickly back to the hotel, he was much more at ease than he had been in planning this meeting.] It is smooth. A nice taste to the hops, considering I'm not sure if anything grows or has clean water in this town. [Pause. Home? Hmm.] Presently, Paris. [But without a lick of a French accent to him, until he spoke French. When he switched languages, he did better with near native pronunciation.] Where is home for you, if not Gotham?