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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[rhiannon_lee]

“Ahh… you’re a nosy one.” Rhiannon smiled and tugged a napkin from the chrome dispenser. She worked her fingers in the paper and wiped the ketchup from her wrist. With her anxiety about talking to him easing, she took the time to study her companion. He was handsome and self-assured, soft-spoken, and there was something else… a certain quality to his presence.

Her teeth captured her lip as her mind worked at the puzzle.

What was it? Nothing came to her and it was like forgetting a word she needed at a crucial moment.

She was staring. Rhiannon pulled her eyes back to the beer. She sipped it more slowly this time and watched as a man plunked quarters into a metallic jukebox with a disco aesthetic. He pushed buttons and a Bonnie Tyler song began to play. “It’s okay,” she said. “I don’t mind.” She ate another French fry and brushed the salt from her fingertips. The little black bird in the webbing of her hand seemed to flap its wings.

[cian_oneill]

He watched her clean the spot away, allowing her to study him by casting his eye nonchalantly around the premises.

"Nosy. Curious. Observant. Take y' pick."

The mark on her hand caught his eye, the small bird causing an eyebrow to arch slowly in a mixture of amusement and curiosity, again.

"Interetin' mark," he commented, indicating her hand with a finger that extended from where his hand held his glass, before lifting it to his lips to down the remaining ale.

[rhiannon_lee]

She followed his line of sight. “Blackbird fly,” she said, touching the tattoo. “My mom used to play that record all the time.” She looked outside as a car flashed its headlights at the window. It illuminated the smudges on the glass pane—Nose prints and hand prints and a smiley face drawn in the dust. The town beyond the parking lot was settling down for the evening while highway traffic picked up as eighteen-wheelers barreled through on their way here or there.

“Do you live here?” she asked. “Be prepared. My next question is going to be ‘why’.” Rhiannon dipped a French fry in the ketchup and idly shaped a spiral in it. She bit the end of the fry. It was still too hot. A cloud of steam surrounded the blunted potato.

[cian_oneill]

"Out at Cottonwood Cove," he answered, smiling and leaning forward to help himself to a few more of the fries. "Work there, at the resort and in the marina," he added, having been forewarned.

"I like the open spaces," he added with a grin, a small glint from the lights possibly reflecting a hint of gold in the green eyes that were lazily watching her.

"You?"

[rhiannon_lee]

"I haven't settled anywhere yet," she said. "Still flitting from one crappy hotel to the next. But I did go for a swim at the cove." Rhiannon considered slapping his hand away from the fries as a joke, but decided they weren't 'there' yet. She combed her hair behind her ear, revealing a lobe that couldn't fit another stud earring if it tried. "But I know what you mean about the open space. I've never lived anywhere that the stars were visible, or you could feasibly run around your house naked with the shades open and nobody would know."

[cian_oneill]

Cian grinned, clearly imagining that image, then nodded. "Lot more space out there for runnin', with or withou' clothes," he replied.

And he'd covered a fair chunk of it in the time he'd been there, particularly enjoying a large rocky outcrop where not even the lights of cars could be seen in the distance. Sometimes he'd stay for a day and night. It was handy being able to just head out on his days off, the people he worked for thinking he was heading up to Vegas for some lights and people, not realising that often it was exactly the opposite.

He picked up his empty glass and indicated hers.

"Another?" he said simply as he stood up.

[rhiannon_lee]

The question took her off guard. Rhiannon looked at her dwindling supply of beer. "Yeah. Sure." She rubbed her elbow and watched as Cian went to the counter to order a second round. He was halfway to the waitress when the slayer identified the word for how he moved. Her eyebrows furrowed. It was 'prowl'. Rhiannon pulled back into herself because she didn't want to be caught checking out the guy's stance.

She picked up her pack of cigarettes and gently turned the rectangle between her fingers, balancing it by the sharp points.

A pair of people left the booth across from her and a waitress swept in to wipe the surface.

Rhiannon leaned back in her seat and drew a knee up to her chest.

[cian_oneill]

Returning to the table, a beer in each hand, Cian noticed the young woman's posture. For a moment it screamed 'fight or flight' and he wondered what had made her feel she had anything to fight, or run from.

"Here y' go," he said, putting her beer down on the table before returning to his chair, taking a mouthful from his own glass before placing it down. "Ordered some more fries," he added, a small jerk of his head toward the kitchen.

[rhiannon_lee]

And just like that, the feeling was gone. Rhiannon accepted the glass. "Thanks. You're officially my favorite person in town."

She raised it to her mouth and sipped. The arm around her knee loosened and her fingers calmly plucked at her pant leg. She watched the golden bubbles travel up the cylinder of amber. He was quiet, she thought, and it suited her not to feel pressed to keep up with a stream of babble. "You ever get into the city to cause trouble?" She asked.

[cian_oneill]

He laughed softly, a sly smile curling the corner of his mouth and a twinkle in his eye signs of either amusement, or teasing, depending on the watcher's mindset.

"Depends on what y' class as trouble," he replied, still smiling, and plucking a few more of the fries from the basket. "Head up there for a bit o' fun ev'ry now 'n then."

Anonymity and one night stands were always easy to find in the bright lights and big crowds.

"You?"