When he arrives at the bar, it's with some trepidation. (The plagues shook him up, more than he'd care to admit. Going out isn't what he's afraid of so much as Reese's well-being.)
Finding her doesn't turn out to be as hard as he'd anticipated.
"Reese?"
A beat. Confirmation. Soon he's pushing his way through people in order to get to her.
Her smile comes easy (too easy), the remnants of her last drink sloshing around the bottom of the glass she still clasps in one hand as her hips sway to the beat, arms winding over her head.
"There you are. I was wondering where you'd disappeared to. But you probably knew where I was all along, right?"
The chuckle that follows has a slightly hollow tone to it; she lowers her arms to finish off the contents of her glass.
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When he arrives at the bar, it's with some trepidation. (The plagues shook him up, more than he'd care to admit. Going out isn't what he's afraid of so much as Reese's well-being.)
Finding her doesn't turn out to be as hard as he'd anticipated.
"Reese?"
A beat. Confirmation. Soon he's pushing his way through people in order to get to her.
"Reese."
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Her smile comes easy (too easy), the remnants of her last drink sloshing around the bottom of the glass she still clasps in one hand as her hips sway to the beat, arms winding over her head.
"There you are. I was wondering where you'd disappeared to. But you probably knew where I was all along, right?"
The chuckle that follows has a slightly hollow tone to it; she lowers her arms to finish off the contents of her glass.
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"Probably," he responds, tone equally hollow.
"You're drunk."
(He knows it, she knows it, but someone's got to say it.)
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"I suppose I am. Very very."
She sways on her feet, and then, as if she's suddenly become aware of his presence again, nudges him with her index finger.
"You should have something so m'not doing it alone."
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