ivecometoburnyourkingdomdown:
Was it strange that some Serpents and some Reapers weren’t exactly on the worst of terms? Sure. Some might imagine so. It certainly rarely made much sense. But for Quin, such things had been a thin line between who he was getting paid by. Aleja having found him first and been paying him well being the only advantage here. Outside of actual missions and such like that he would relax and ignore being part of the gang in his personal and professional life. Which this took part in.
Sitting at the table alone he surfed his phone for the moment before hearing the familiar voice. It wasn’t well known that he was part of the Serpents. At least he had tried to make it so by putting his tattoo in a hidden spot. Though there had been some breaches and those often lead to common ground friendships, for the most part. Clara was a captain, like himself. Stuck in this little war game, like everyone else, for the two families, they weren’t a part of. It was a mutual understanding kind of friendship.
Scooting over a bit to allow for the woman to sit he gave a little princely bow toward the woman “Oh, I am so sorry, M’lady. I was hogging the booth.” He rolled his eyes a bit and then looked to the two shot classes “Been a while since I last drank–” Nearly three years to be exact, what with the being in a coma and such the last two or so. Quin grabbed one of the glasses on his side. Raising it up toward her as she told him to drink he then gulped the shot down and slammed the glass back to the table, a bit “Ah. Oo.” He had to pace himself, he had a low tolerance for alcohol and was in no shape to be getting shitfaced.
“So, Miss Leone. What mischief would you like to reveal to me that you got up to in these last few years I’ve been playing Sleeping Beauty, as my friends like to say. Heh.” Toying with the shot glass, he looked toward her arm, the same as Cindy, he had easily assessed, somewhat amused by the luck of it “Going to make a full recovery, I hope?”
Shooting him just satisfied drink at his remark she then threw back the shot glass, mirroring Quin's actions. With an exhale to ease the burning of the alcohol she then placed the empty glass back onto the table. “That's why I'm here to get you back into it. Though don't feel pressured. Just tell me when you have enough.” She could imagine getting back from coma wasn't exactly easy and although she very much loved having her friend back it is not her intention to put him back into coma with alcohol.
“Hmm mischief, I need to think there's been so many.” She chuckled lightly but try to think of the main events from her life that changed during his time being away. “Oh yeah, do you remember Max? Our sergeant of arms? We broke up like a year or so ago. He left to Germany for a whole ass year to his ex-boyfriend.” She scoffed rolling her eyes at the mention, making sure for it to seem as no big deal but in reality the action a man she actually opened part of her heart to still stung deep within her. She will never make the same mistake again. “Then nothing much. Just regular stuff, killing some Serpents, getting shot. You know, the usual.” She waived her hand in the air for the comedic purposes not being able to resist a smile on her face.
“Yeah, don't worry about. I had worse.” She dismissed her injury right away, already getting bored of talking about it. She knew people probably cared, still she didn't like being pitied. “What about you - slept well? Had any dreams?”
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