Imagine getting drunk on a mission and Flynn keeping you company...
Sitting on the chair across the room, Flynn was wearing a simple smile on his face. He had watched as you refused to back down from a drinking challenge at the Old West Saloon in 1878. You thought alcohol in historical times was watered down but quickly found that you were wrong as it began to take effect on the way to the Lifeboat. You remember stumbling down the stairs and greeting Jiya and Mason with wide arms. You had heard your name being called out and spun around only to have your vision go black.
When you finally came back around, you were in a bed. Exhaling, you pushed the covers off and swung your legs over the edge to sit yourself up. Rubbing your face, you let out a yawn before realising that there was another person in the room - Flynn Garcia who was quietly snacking from a bowl in his hands. He had been seated on a small armchair opposite the bed and lowered his hands.
“So, any regrets after challenging “Buffalo Bill” to that drink off?” He wondered, the amusement in his voice was hardly hidden.
Squinting through the harsh bunker lights, you felt you head aching from the hangover. You definitely wished that you hadn’t taken the cowboy on but there was no way that you were going to admit it.
“Like what?” You scoffed.
Shrugging his shoulders, Flynn pursed his lips innocently, “Oh, I don’t know... maybe passing out after we came back?”
“I only regret letting you take me away from the bar before I won.”
He knew that you were going to deny his valid points and just carried on smiling while he watched you fixed your t-shirt.
“How are you so...” your hands flew about gesturing to signal his entire being.
Flynn couldn’t help but chuckle at the confusing language that was thrown his way.
Letting out a huff, you dropped your hands. “You’re so ‘you’. Unaffected by 19th century alcohol or bad guys shooting at us on horse back. Just effortlessly charming through the chaos.”
“I’m charming? I’m flattered.” He winked, sending butterflies amuck in your stomach.
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