Constantine (jconstantine) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2016-12-20 01:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *crystal, *nix, john constantine, natasha romanoff |
Who: John Constantine and Natasha Romanoff
Where: Dive
When: After this
What: John's concerned that all isn't well with Natashsa
Status: Closed/On-going
Warnings: PG13 for language - will update if required
Since his arrival John hadn't seen sight nor sound of Natasha - not that he'd been looking (much) - but when he saw her pop up on the network far from the chirpy, flirty woman he'd met the night he'd arrived he was instantly concerned. He hadn't made many connections in Atlantis but the ones he'd made had imprinted themselves on his soul just as quickly as if he'd been in his home-world. Besides, he was a nosy bastard and anything that could put Natasha's nose out of joint was certainly something worth his attention.
He shoved his phone into his pocket and turned up his collar against the cool breeze. There was still a bitter chill in the air, though nothing compared to winters back in Liverpool and the snow under-foot was mostly compacted now. It was still too bloody cold to hang about, mind, so John put his head down and walked the short distance to his new favourite pub and ordered two beers. Had Natasha been there he would have noticed - she was hard to miss - so he found them a table where they could talk, away from the rest of the rabble and waited.
When he saw her enter the bar he called, "over here, luv," though she'd have found him eventually. "I took it upon myself to get the drinks in, though I believe it's your round," John attempted to appeal to her sense of humour, it was the only way he'd know just how rattled she was. "So, what're you waiting for? I'm here, you're here, what's going on?