[...Logan doesn't say anything to greet her. She's hot though. He just shifts in his seat to reach for another bottle since the one he was drinking is empty.]
[Samantha is going to ignore him for the moment and go rummage around to try and find herself a bottle of…something. At this point, with what she’s learned, she doesn’t give a shit what it is, she just needs something to calm her nerves.
Tequila would be preferable, but she knows what tequila does to her and the memory of that night is still pretty fresh so she’ll just settle for…whatever this is in this green bottle here..]
…Bloody hell I feel like I just stepped out of a bad movie. [She examined the bottle.]
[Guess who also hates this place and has only been around what, a day? Two? While still dressed in her standard black pants and tee, Iriel's disarmed enough that she only carries the 9mm at her hip. There was no point in carrying her bow and knife around at this point, especially when she was planning on drinking.
She stopped at the entrance to the tavern to give it a once over, note the doors and windows, before stepping up to the bar, a few feet away from Logan.]
She slips behind the bar, surveys what's there, and then reaches for whatever is closest that looks like beer. Bonus points for not having to reach anywhere near him to get it. Iriel pops the cap off and takes a sip.
It's some sort of pale ale. Not bad. Not her usual fare. Still, drinkable.]
[He will and it will be fantastic. That is until he realizes she's not taking her shit and leaving. Can't a man even drink himself silly in peace anymore? Oh well. As long as she doesn't try to cuddle up to him, he won't give her a second thought.
Don't mind him. He's not like...checking you out or anything, Iriel. Honest.]
[His tone was a little sardonic, but also openly friendly. Dastan needed a drink, considering what it would mean if his and Tus's plan carried out. He wasn't about to force his presence on someone already here, however.]
OHSHIT Dastan speaks Persian. D8makesowndestinyOctober 6 2011, 21:54:42 UTC
[The slight upturn of Dastan's lips spreads into a wider grin.]
I was hoping you'd say that.
[He proceeds to pour himself a rather large glass, gulping down its contents for all of six seconds before slamming his cup down and releasing a pleased gasp. He'd needed that.]
I'm Dastan.
[ooc:Let's say the first bit was common, but he only learned a bit of it and mostly sticks to Persian? Anna's been teaching him, at least...]
[And apparently he's already pouring himself another, eyebrows raised in a bit of an amusing expression.]
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So here's Samantha, wandering in, looking mad as a hornet and definitely, definitely wanting booze.]
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Tequila would be preferable, but she knows what tequila does to her and the memory of that night is still pretty fresh so she’ll just settle for…whatever this is in this green bottle here..]
…Bloody hell I feel like I just stepped out of a bad movie. [She examined the bottle.]
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Ain't gonna get any better.
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She stopped at the entrance to the tavern to give it a once over, note the doors and windows, before stepping up to the bar, a few feet away from Logan.]
This place looks like it's seen better days.
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She slips behind the bar, surveys what's there, and then reaches for whatever is closest that looks like beer. Bonus points for not having to reach anywhere near him to get it. Iriel pops the cap off and takes a sip.
It's some sort of pale ale. Not bad. Not her usual fare. Still, drinkable.]
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Don't mind him. He's not like...checking you out or anything, Iriel. Honest.]
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[His tone was a little sardonic, but also openly friendly. Dastan needed a drink, considering what it would mean if his and Tus's plan carried out. He wasn't about to force his presence on someone already here, however.]
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Knock yourself out.
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I was hoping you'd say that.
[He proceeds to pour himself a rather large glass, gulping down its contents for all of six seconds before slamming his cup down and releasing a pleased gasp. He'd needed that.]
I'm Dastan.
[ooc:Let's say the first bit was common, but he only learned a bit of it and mostly sticks to Persian? Anna's been teaching him, at least...]
[And apparently he's already pouring himself another, eyebrows raised in a bit of an amusing expression.]
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[The look Logan gives Dastan is confused.]
I have no idea what you just said.
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