Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
If you hate them so much, why stay? [She thought it was a practical question, yeah? If you hate the people somewhere, bail or whatever.] There are like a thousand choices here. Is it like sentimental or something? [He didn't have an accent, but his French was good. Maybe he was from Paris or something? She'd been around long enough to know he could've been from Paris like a thousand years ago, too. She'd been stuck with a Parisian girl in her head for fucking ever.] I kind of lived there for a while, by like association. In Montmartre, mostly, but Paris too.
[She lit a clove, sweet and brown paper, and no one gave a shit about things like not smoking inside in Gotham. The streets were like permanently stained red, and what did a smoke matter? The smoke was thick, blue gray, and she gave him a skeptical look.] I drink to get wasted, and I can't go home. Home isn't in this place, and I can't get to it. [Which was fucking blunt, but he was a stranger, and strangers were easier to talk to sometimes.] Why? Are you a shitty dancer? Most white guys are. [She smiled.]