#mindrcader

“You gotta have some words with your management, lady.  I just got REFUSED at the door of this fine establishment.  ‘No dogs allowed’ ?? Do I look like some mangy mutt t’you?”

“Well I wouldn’t be as bold to slap that label on it. But I like em. The body suit style is a little bit silly in my eyes, but i mean...they feel good on your hands ya know? They didn’t really get started till...well, before I was born. Still, stockings in general are a great look and just. I’m kind of a sucker for em.”

what she calls STUBBORN, he calls a mere retreat. ribs were messed up bad. he can’t walk too far without needing a breather. if he were to go out, the people tracking him down would get him for sure. eyes slowly wander up towards the woman as she offers to take him inside. there’s calculation ... but when the options are weighed, it’s clear which one he needs to make. he grunts as he struggles up. hand goes to his side as he slowly slumps his way towards her. ❛ you ... you got a HAT, lady? ❜ he could at least hide himself.

                 “ You look like you’ve just seen a ghost. Are you okay ?? ”

“True! I hold that title proudly. And I intend on keeping it too.” He cracked a grin at Lily and lightly crossed his arms over his chest. “This is why you don’t see me ever challenging Reed Richards,” he adjusted again, tapped two fingers against his temple. “Always thinkin.”

Well, that was actually a nice surprise. Rogers moved and grabbed an extra mug, just in case she wanted some too. Would be fucking dumb and unkind not to share the bottle with her. He poured her a shot first before he took his coffee mug and almost filled it to the brim. “Cheers.” he offered before he started to work on the tequila. This was a good way to end the week at least.

“and?”  he replies without even looking at the woman,  wiping at his nose to prevent another stain on his shirt.  “it’s  three  in  the  damn  morning.  i’m  sure  there’s  weirder  things  to  look  at.”