Wasting our time on cheap talk and wine, left us so little to give [open]

[missing_mum]

Who: Molly Drake, open
When: A couple of weeks after after her arrival
Where: Luigi's
What: Dinner, and at least a couple of drinks
Rating/Warnings: Language, probably

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[unbreakablelion]

Gene made his way over to the bar, ordering a bottle of house red and a plate of chips - on his tab, naturally. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually paid for a drink in this place, and Luigi rarely bothered to mention the rather large tab anymore.

He grabbed a glass and his bottle and strolled across the room towards Molly's table. He topped her glass up from his own bottle and nodded at the vacant seat. "Mind if I sit?"

[missing_mum]

"Somehow I get the feeling that a yes or no from me is going to end up with you sitting, either way." She was glad of the wine, though, and too a sip.

[unbreakablelion]

Gene took that as permission to sit down. If she'd told him to go, he would've. The wrath of a Drake woman was a scary thing indeed. He filled up his own glass and took a sip.

"How're you settling in? Must be a bit strange, like."