@nobullseye / “ i’ve seen you. in the news… ” prompts for those with a reputation / accepting.
AN ODD MIXTURE BETWEEN SURPRISE AND UNEASE FLICKS ACROSS HIS FACE the very moment someone settles on the empty bar stool next to him and empty joint, plenty of spare tables. technically, there is no need for this. he shifts, makes whatever little room he can with a gloved hand curled around the glass of scotch he’s been nursing for the past twenty minutes. it’s a wind-down from a long day. no company required . . . and yet, the moment the guy opens his mouth, the feeling settles that he could shove some alone time up where the sun don’t shine.
“ I think you’re confusin’ me for someone else there, pal. ” there’s a brief but somewhat sympathetic side-glance he offers, the corner of his lips ticking up for a second or two before he goes back to turning the glass in his hands. “ I just, y’know . . . got one of those faces. ” now here’s to hoping that’s all it takes. the last time his face had flashed across TV screens had been on the day Zemo had framed him for bombing the UN. plenty of time since ; or so he hopes at least.
