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Carol Danvers (cpt_marvel) wrote in snapthread,

"Sure thing, soldier." She reached for a bottle of vodka she'd just put down and grabbed a recently cleaned mug. That's all they had around here until hey bothered to look for shot glasses or anything else. Clint had been kind enough to provide the wares, but he'd probably want them back sometime. Pouring generously, she slid it over to Nyx and grabbed her own from under the bar, pouring even more generously for herself and promising this was not going to be a repeat of last night.

Nope. Just a couple of drinks. She'd stop after that.

When the bottle was again set down, she nodded at him and asked. "So...what's your story?" Carol was getting good at this bartender thing. And she was learning a lot about the people of this "town" of their's. Taking a sip from the vodka (notice it was only a sip instead of a full drink because she was convincing herself she could stop if she wanted), she waited for his answer. Something in her eyes, though, might have given Nyx the feeling that she was sizing him up.

Kree training and all, she always approached another soldier with caution. Or maybe that was just her time in the Airforce and dealing with the bullshit she had there.