Midsommer's Night Run

[cian_oneill]

It was almost as regular as clockwork, heading up to Searchlight on a Wednesday night for a few beers and a game or two. Cian went to the Golden Nugget, probably the most regular watering hole, for someone who didn't have regular places. Sometimes he went all the way to Vegas, but usually didn't bother. The noise of the big casinos usually hurt his ears, and the smell of fumes on the strip was something he could do without.

Like this Wednesday, when he just went up to the bar and ordered himself a beer, taking it over to a table and sitting down. After taking a long swig he leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him, as he continued to survey the other occupants of the place.

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[cian_oneill]

Everything was heightened when he'd shifted, and the light trailing of her fingers against his skin had sent sparks shooting through his limb. A shoulder lifted nonchalantly. "Welcome to find out f' y'self," he replied, voice a little lower, a hint of a challenge in his voice.

[rhiannon_lee]

“Hm.” Rhiannon had noticed his tendency to answer questions not in affirmatives or negatives, but by issuing challenges to her, daring her to try things. She wondered when he became a take charge kind of guy, or if this was his subtle way of doing so.

She reached behind his head, but didn’t immediately touch him. Just watched his face and flicked her fingers in the air, as if working a kink from the muscles. Her index finger descended on him first. It drew a soft, slow line down the center of his back. Her hand returned to the apex of his spine. On the second pass, all of her nails made contact with warm flesh and gently scratched downward.