Nemo just had to get out to the city - staying away from people for a while did make her feel restless and miss the party. Besides, what bad could one drink do? Any danger she might have been in... surely passed already. It had been months since she moved anyway.
Sitting at the bar, Nemo did catch a stare from a man across the room, but she just kept mixing the drink she ordered with a straw lazily. Okay, maybe she smiled at the man a time or two, but it didn't mean she really wanted anything else - just an evening at the bar, a drink and then home. Walking at night didn't make her feel all that well still, so Nemo wanted to be out before the streets deserted.
Still, she was in no hurry to finish her drink. Nemo shifted on the stool to put one leg over the other, the cut in the dress parting at the tight, totally by accident. And completely by accident, she turned the stool a little to the side to see the man better. | @twoquartsofelbowgrease
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It was always nice to take a break from all the danger - and from wearing armour nearly all day every day. Unfortunately it was a necessity, as annoying as it was, but days like these, where he was caught up on all the work he had to do and had everything planned out nicely, Scout was eager to take the opportunity and take a night out for himself. Technically, he could do that whenever, because he decided when he wanted to organise all of his work, but sometimes opportunity came when you least expected.
You always had to be ready for anything.
His thoughts were distracted by one of the people at the bar, who he flashed a wink at when she caught his gaze. Huh. Maybe he might have company, for a little while, at least. And if she didn’t mind it, of course. Scout gave a little laugh to himself when she just so happened to angle herself on the stool so she could observe him better.
May as well play his cards now, hm? He pushed himself up, approaching, settling on the barstool beside her. “What’re you doin’ in a place like this? You look way better than everyone else loungin’ around here.” And he’d never seen her here before, though he wasn’t exactly a regular. Scout was here enough to know some of the people who were regulars though, and on occasion he’d drink with them too - sometimes they’d be kind enough to pay for his drinks, other times they’d catch on to what he did when he clued them in, and end up hiring him for some work.
Sam was never too happy whenever he brought people home though, even if he never took them back to their true home, just for safety. “What’s your name?”











