reynakeegan:
the cool toned light beams dance across the walls. music blaring through the speakers as bodies sway to some semblance of the beat. only an hour into the night meant that being good is getting trickier. reyna is stoked to perform, but damn she’s too sober to be around her favorite bands. with a groan, she approaches the empty bar looking for the bartender. “do you think mark will notice if i sneak back there for a bottle of whiskey?” she hums asking the other.
without a moment’s hesitation, june entered stealth mode, crouching down and taking low, wobbly steps to the end of the bar before disappearing from sightline altogether. after a quick check to make sure the coast was clear, she poked her hands out over the counter, giving reyna her very best impression of special forces hand signals. june’s hazy grin peeked over the counter just long enough for her to waggle her eyebrows at rey before disappearing again. still in full stealth mode, she stayed crouched until she made her way back to reyna’s side.
“i am the vengeance, i am the night! i am... batman!” she squealed when she popped up, unveiling a half-full bottle of whiskey and missing twenty bucks that mark would (maybe?) eventually find half-shoved under the till. she held the bottle out for her friend, a peace offering on a night where they were reminded that sooner rather than later, them and the rest of their friends would be pitted against each other doing what they loved the most. okay, woof. it was time for a drink. “a gift for m’lady. i was thinking of sneaking a smoke out back anyway. wanna come with?”
