Murdock falls so easily into the little traps of a routine, so consistency never fit him. In a rare occasion, he’s been invited to a party. One of the only mobs he’s done any work for more than twice. It’s an overcrowded bar, with the assassin pushed up against the counter while he tries finishing his drink. Someone else has stayed with him, both making quiet and awkward small talk over a few drinks. He looks amazing, with Murdock accidentally moving closer as more people move to and fro from the bar.
He didn’t know what to expect when Owen started moving in closer to him, a panicked sense of elation tightening his chin like a vice. “So darling, it’s such a shame that I haven’t seen you before. Almost everyone I’ve met here keep wanting to talk work. You’re an absolute darling…”
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Owen's never liked parties. It's usually an excuse for his boss to throw him out of his comfort zone and any friend's he's made on the job to disappear and go be drunk nobs for a night. However, he does learn some pretty interesting things about others so he supposes it's mildly worth it.
He hasn't really left the bar, slowly nursing his second drink and awkwardly humming and nodding along to someone who's trying to make small talk with him about things he'd rather not think about — there seems to someone else who's in the same boat as him to his right so he decides to move a little closer to him, ever the wonderful conversationalist.
He doesn't expect the man to start talking so soon, pleasantly startled as he leans down to hear him better.
