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]

While she dressed he did the same, retrieving his t-shirt and jacket from where they'd been dropped during the hectic scramble earlier. The scrapes on his back were going to take some cleaning, he could feel, but it didn't bother him, having learned that one thing the shift did for him was allow him to heal exceptionally quickly.

A few strides and he was along side her, nose twitching slightly at the pungent aroma of tobacco, but more interested in what she'd murmured.

"Still didn't," he pointed out to her as they rounded the corner. "Still want to," he added, slinging his jacket over the crook of his arm as he reached behind his shoulder to brush at the abrasions on his back with his t-shirt. "One day."

[rhiannon_lee]

“One day,” she agreed. “If you’re lucky.”

But there was a clamping of Rhiannon’s lips that suggested an emergent smile.

Also, she tripped in a pothole.

"Shh. Don't say anything," she groaned.

[cian_oneill]

The response died on his lips at her instructions, replaced by a soft laugh, as he pulled his t-shirt on.

"Whatever y' say dear."