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[lost_undercover]

Who: Billy Costigan, Inara Serra
Where: Bar, possibly elsewhere
When: During all the shenanigans
What: Costigan needs to unwind a little, hopefully Inara can help
Warnings: Potential innuendo? I doubt anything worth warning about.

Comments

I totally passed out! Sorry about that. Had a little tooooo much!

[madrassa]

Inara had been waiting at the entrance to the pub for Billy to arrive for the better part of fifteen minutes. It wasn't that he was late -- she was early. She was usually always early for client meetings, and although this hardly qualified, Inara was concerned for Billy Costigan. He seemed like a fairly rough-and-tumble sort of man, and that fact that he was reaching out to her was cause for concern.

She leaned lightly against the door frame to the pub, she began to inspect the threads on her shawl until she heard apprehensive footsteps before her. When she looked up, she knew the man standing before her was undoubtedly Billy Costigan. She smiled warmly and offered him a light bow. "Mr. Costigan, I assume?"

Rofl. That's what I figured. Nicci was concerned.

[lost_undercover]

"..Yeah. I, uh.." He stood awkwardly as she bowed. It wasn't as if he had never bowed in his life, but probably only twice and never in an outfit like this to a woman he was just meeting; he wouldn't have been able to bring himself to do it even if he had wanted to. "William, is fine. It's, uh.. This is a little weird for me. I haven't really seen anyone for anything since the

Nothing's gonna change my woooooorld.

[madrassa]

Giving him a small, polite smile, she ushered him into the bar. Inara had already been awarded with several facts about William Costigan upon their first meeting thanks to her training as a Companion. That she wasn't losing her touch was a comforting feeling, and afforded her more confidence to burn in this encounter.

"A year or so, then, since you've seen anyone?" She put a hand lightly on his right arm for just a moment, looking down at it, "A little neglectful on your part." Her tone wasn't accusatory; it was factual. He knew it as well as she did, she suspected. She removed her hand from his arm.

Waving Kurt over to where they stood at the bar, she ordered a pot of green tea for herself, and then motioned to Billy to communicate his choice to the blue barkeep.

Just because I want someone when Im alone doesnt mean Im helpless, that I cant stand on my own..

[lost_undercover]

Costigan moved into the bar as soon as he felt he could, an odd sort of sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when a warden wasn't there to escort him inside. He had never tried to push that feeling enough to find out what would happen or how exactly he might be forbidden from entering without one. The inmate knew better than to push his luck most of the time