[He's normally asleep at very sensible times, but the night has it's calling, sometimes. He doesn't mean to seek her out, but her senses her in his wandering and... he misses his sister, truly.]
[What can she say, the guy had ticked her off, so she'd taken him out to fight and of course she'd won. Killing civilian is a no, but sometimes it's so damn tempting. She gets distracted by Christopher though.]
You're up late. Shouldn't school boys be in bed by now?
[She raises an eyebrow, wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb before glancing down. He's not good for anything else, maybe she'll go back to the bar.]
So are you coming, or are you going back to bed?
[He used to come with her, if she badgered enough, but he never did find her games any fun.]
[No, he never liked her games, or her violence, or drinking and dancing and the noise of the clubs she liked. But he misses his sister, feels it even deeper now she's stood before him.]
[She smiles at him, hasn't had a particularly pleasant smile since she was much much younger, but she still spares it. She doesn't bother answering as she puts her hands in her pockets and heads back inside. She wouldn't have said it if he wasn't welcome.]
[He waits a moment, lingers over the man she's left unconscious on the street. He isn't gravely injured, and Christopher leaves him there, follows after his sister like so many times before. Always the eldest, always the most powerful, but always the most lost in the real world, the one needing the most care.
He doesn't like clubs or bars, doesn't like the closed atmosphere, the dim lights or too-bright lights, the press of so many bodies (and minds) close together. But he has been to these places with Lucia before, he knows how to deal with it, even if he is a little out of practice.]
[Lucia had always had her way about getting drinks, not so important anymore with time jumbled the way it is, tripping her into adulthood and leaving her older brother behind. She knows he doesn't drink anything stronger than water: his head is full of enough bullshit without trying to get him drunk. Lucia, however, is generally on a quest to shut up the bullshit in hers and rarely ever able to. She had plenty of drinkers in her life to lead the way though: mommies and daddies and mothgirls. Vodka, in a glass, is a fairly standard mixture to have set in front of her.]
[Not looking for her, hadn't expected her to be in the city at all. There was an absence in his life where she used to be, something he feels quite acutely, and it aches all the more to consider, now, that she might have been nearby all alone.]
[She snorts into her drink, knocking it back because thinking about Christopher and Andros at the same time is irritating, two different kinds of annoying that she hadn't been looking for tonight. She orders another drink and fiddles out a cigarette.]
I wasn't really paying attention. And then I sensed you nearby.
[He doesn't order anything, not for the moment. If someone insists that he order or get out, then he will get a water, but for now he doesn't want to give himself the distraction.]
[She stares at him over the rim of her glass. No, not so forgiving of vulnerability. She expected better of Chris, and intended to beat it out of Andros, one way or another.]
[He hadn't really expected anything softer than that from her, but there had been a hope, maybe. He tries not to show any reaction to it, but he feels very tired, suddenly.]
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You're up late. Shouldn't school boys be in bed by now?
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[He should be, and has left Reilly sleeping alone, but he is not entirely a school boy, is he.]
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So are you coming, or are you going back to bed?
[He used to come with her, if she badgered enough, but he never did find her games any fun.]
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If I'm welcome.
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He doesn't like clubs or bars, doesn't like the closed atmosphere, the dim lights or too-bright lights, the press of so many bodies (and minds) close together. But he has been to these places with Lucia before, he knows how to deal with it, even if he is a little out of practice.]
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Fancy seeing you here.
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[Not looking for her, hadn't expected her to be in the city at all. There was an absence in his life where she used to be, something he feels quite acutely, and it aches all the more to consider, now, that she might have been nearby all alone.]
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This doesn't seem like your kind of neighborhood.
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[He doesn't order anything, not for the moment. If someone insists that he order or get out, then he will get a water, but for now he doesn't want to give himself the distraction.]
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[She doesn't sound angry about it, because she isn't. But there's a reason she stopped being his little duckling.]
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I miss you.
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[She stares at him over the rim of her glass. No, not so forgiving of vulnerability. She expected better of Chris, and intended to beat it out of Andros, one way or another.]
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Andros is with you?
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