Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
[She'd never taken time for anything, yeah? Maybe he was right about that shit, but she wouldn't know. She didn't really get what he meant about the mechanics either, but she didn't clarify it. It wasn't important, not at the end of the day, and she was feeling kind of tender about being talked down to lately. Thanks, Russ, and it was better to just look at what he said as agreement. Yeah, enjoying the beer was much more important or whatever.]
You been to Jersey? [She sounded a little fond, but shit in Jersey had been much better than shit in Vegas. Shit in Vegas was incomparably bad, yeah? But Elizabeth wasn't big, and she was curious about how you got from Paris to there.] What's wrong with Paris people?
Do you get homesick? [She asked, a lean forward saying she was genuinely curious. She wasn't asking just to fill space.] I get homesick lately, and I drink everything fast. What's the point in drinking if not to get drunk? [Her grin was crooked, and already booze warm.] I'll make you dance next, yeah? [Though that made her think of Cris, and the orchestra (fuck the mobs and their money) was playing something way too slow to be fun.]