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]

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?"