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]

“No,” she laughed. Her heel brushed against a prickly plant and she glanced behind her before stepping over it. “Let’s say I had to be naked to kill vampires and I was standing there without any clothes on, talking about how natural it is… would you stare or turn around? In other words, how much of a gentleman are you?” To avoid another mishap with the scraggly plants between them and the diner, she faced forward again as they walked.

[cian_oneill]

He laughed softly, shaking his head as he watched her turn around, able to walk a little more normally now there wasn't the concern about watching where she was going.

After a moment's consideration he shrugged. "If we'd just gone through a fight together I don't think that's what either of us'd be even thinkin' about," he replied, giving her a sideways glance and grin before looking at the path again.

[rhiannon_lee]

“Way to dodge the answer, slick.” Rhiannon tsked and shook her head, pretending disappointment in him. Perhaps he was sparing her feelings or too chicken to put it out there. Or maybe he was really in the zone after a fight. She kicked a small rock with the toe of her shoe. “P.S. You clearly don’t know slayers if you think we don’t think about sex after fighting. It happens sometime between checking for broken bones and bleeding arteries.”

[cian_oneill]

"Then there's y' answer," he said simply, a wide grin now clear on his face and slight swagger in his step. "Don't think there'd be much 'gentle' happenin' either," he added with an arch of his eyebrow.

There was absolutely no doubt in his mind Rhiannon would more than hold her own in any sort of confrontation, be it life-threatening, or life-enhancing, and he had to check himself from heading down that thought trail right then.