Who: Sara Lance and Michael Guerin What: Getting drinks When: Mid-Juneish Where: A bar Rating/Warnings: Drinking and making out Status: Complete
Michael was sure as hell glad that Sara was back from New York or wherever the hell she went. He was beginning to miss his new drinking buddy and favorite bartender that didn’t make him talk about shit. They didn’t have to dwell on dreams, on drama from the past, on all the things Michael wanted to just forget about. And the times either of them did open up and let information slip - like that he grew up in foster care or that she slept with her sister’s boyfriend, it was because they wanted to. Not because either of them were forcing the other to talk. It was nice and refreshing and Michael needed a night of not feeling pressured for anything.
He arrived at a bar that wasn’t The Double Tap, because who wanted to drink where they worked? Before Sara. Ordering two shots of whiskey, one for each of them, he grabbed a table and waited for the hot bartender to arrive.
Sara really didn’t have a problem drinking at her work. In fact, she generally preferred it. It was a place where she was comfortable, where she knew almost everyone, and sometimes Dan would ‘forget’ to ring in some of her drinks.
But, well, drinking at The Double Tap also came with drinking with Dan and the other regulars that she liked. It was for a social gathering kind of thing, but not if she wanted to give the majority of her attention to the other person she was drinking with, instead of spreading it among all the other people she knew.
She spotted Michael almost as soon as she walked in, and walked up to his table. “For me? You should have ordered something for yourself, too,” Sara said, shooting him a devious smirk as she downed both the shot glasses and slipped in the booth across from him.
“For that,” Michael said with a smirk of his own. “You better have at least brought me back a souvenir.” Not that he really wanted one. He would have no use for a magnet or a mug or whatever the hell counted for a souvenir. Well he supposed he could use the mug to drink his alcohol out of back home. But still he didn’t need it. “Otherwise,” he went on. “The next round is on you.”
“Sorry, no souvenirs,” Sara sad. Honestly, she hadn’t even thought of getting anyone souvenirs, and she wondered now if she should have. “But the next round is on me,” she assured him, and then waved over the server to get for more shots (three for Micheal and another one for herself) and orderer herself a beer.
“So, how was things without your favourite bartender around?” she asked. “You didn’t give Dan too much trouble, did you?”
“Damn,” Michael replied with a smirk. “I was hoping for a keychain.” He was teasing of course.
“Who said you’re my favorite bartender?” he asked with a raised brow. He did prefer her over Dan, but if anyone was his favorite it was Maria. Not that Sara even knew who that was. Unless she frequented the Wild Pony.
“I couldn’t find any with your name on them,” Sara said, grinning a little. She had the feeling finding keychains with his name on them had never been a problem for Michael.
“I did,” she answered him. “You’re not going to hurt my feelings by telling me otherwise, are you?”
“Oh yeah,” Michael replied smirking. “I run into that problem all the time.” Because Michael was such an uncommon name. But hey, he’d much rather have a drink anyways.
“Well,” Michael said downing one of his shots. “You’re my favorite at Double Tap.”
“I’ll take it,” Sara said, almost feeling bad for Dan, but not especially. He was Liv’s favourite anyway. “So, did you get into much trouble while I was away?”
“Depends on your definition of trouble,” Michael replied with a grin. It felt good to just joke around and have light conversation with someone he was attracted to. He was over all the seriousness. “I stayed out of jail.” That was something at least.
“Such a high bar,” Sara said, rolling her eyes, though the smile didn’t fade from her face. It was easy talking to Michael though. It was nice talking to someone who didn’t take themselves too seriously, and she was glad that the subject of dreams was avoided all together. She hadn’t had any new ones since she’d come back from New York, but she wasn’t looking forward to when they resumed. They hadn’t left in a good place, and she couldn’t see them getting any better any time soon.
Before Sara knew it, she had a good buzz going on. Michael, always good-looking, was looking even better from the bottom of her whiskey glass. “I should probably get going before I have a little too much to drink,” Sara said, though she didn’t make much of a move to get up.
Michael was thoroughly enjoying his evening. Forgetting, even if it was just temporarily, how shitty his life was. Before he knew it he was feeling pretty damn buzzed himself. “We should probably get an uber,” Michael replied eyes glued to Sara. He was pretty sure neither one of them were in any condition to drive and it wouldn’t exactly be the first time he left his car at a bar over night.
“We, huh? You seem awfully confident that ‘we’ should be taking an uber together,” Sara said, in a tone that suggested that Michael’s assumption wasn’t too far off the mark.
Michael caught the flirtatiousness in her tone. “Oh?” he shot back at her. “Would you prefer to go separately?” his tone was just as flirtatious as hers as he pulled out his phone already ordering an uber. Whether she joined him or not was all her call.
“Oh no, I definitely think it’s better to save the money,” Sara said, getting up from her seat and around the table so she could slide into the booth next to him. She leaned against him to look at the uber progress, and smiled. “Lucky us,” she said. “It looks like it’s only a minute away.”
Michael grinned wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “We should probably go meet it.” Though like Sara had moments ago Michael made no attempt to move. For one Sara was on the side that would let them out of the booth. He looked over at her, eyes meeting hers. Michael licked his lips, anticipating what was to come.
Sara smiled crookedly and leaned in, her face inches from Michael’s, and then she hooked a finger under the neckline of his shirt and slid out of the booth, pulling him along with her.
Michael was about to lean the rest of the way in, meet Sara’s lips with his. But then she was pulling him out of the booth and Michael didn’t mind that at all.
They got outside just as the car pulled up. “That’s us,” Michael said with a smirk on his face, still letting Sara pull him along.
Sara ducked into the back seat of the car, and then slid across the seat so that Michael could get in, and no sooner had the car pulled out of the parking lot before she was on him, arms around his neck and lips on his.
Michael wasted no time responding to the kiss. His hands tangled in Sara’s hair as he hungrily deepened the kiss. The fact that they were in the back of an uber didn’t phase him at all. Hell he barely even noticed when the car stopped in front of the trailer park. It wasn’t until the driver awkwardly cleared his throat that he slowly pulled away from Sara. “What do you say we take this inside?” he breathed out completely ignoring the driver.
Sara grinned into his kiss. “I’m sure our driver here would appreciate it,” Sara said, pulling a twenty out of her pocket to hand to the driver as a tip, because he probably deserved at least that much for putting up with the two of them. “Let’s go, tiger.”