Loose lips might sink ships but loose kisses take trips

[eatshootsnleves]

Who: Roy's got a date. You know who you are.
What: A-actually, he has five dates and a bromance. Ho. So start a thread if you want to log, any format, and ping me with an OOC tag if we're handwaving it. Or start your own log and he'll tag in, also cool. ♥ I'll be slow but. Backtagging forever.
Where: Well, he's meeting Red at the Crimson, Kaylee at

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You know this is the night he gets back - she's an impatient woman.

[carmined]

War had to admit it - she was glad he was back (well, as much as glad was an emotion she was really capable of feeling). He had managed to wheedle his way into the spot as her current favorite plaything, and she'd been loathe to think that he'd gone missing and left her with the job of finding someone else to tug around.

Not to mention, he wasn't exactly hard on the eyes, and War was still angling for something a little more than less-than-businesslike-partners.

So he'd come back, and dinner had been mentioned, and War had now been sitting in the Crimson Dragon for something like ten minutes, enjoying the complimentary drinks. Because they were always complimentary, after all - all she had to do was tip one of those smiles at the bartender. Or any of the servers, really. Or...anyone. But that was par for the course.

She didn't wait for very many people, but she supposed she could make an exception. Just this once. Just for Roy.

It's what he loves in her, bb.

[eatshootsnleves]

She wouldn't be waiting long - though the hulking apparition that breezed through the Crimson's doors bore little resemblance to the candle-bright archer who used to fletch arrows in their back room. He slid to a stop at the small table, took a long full moment to sum Red up.

Damn, he'd really had a good deal going in Rivelata, hadn't he?

"Evening, stranger."

[carmined]

A raised eyebrow was all the reaction he got - more than a little disappointing, if he'd been hoping for something more - at least, externally. On the inside, War was already sizing him up, noting the drastic changes - and not just in his looks (though she thought she approved of that change, at least). He was...darker, underneath it. Better, in her opinion.

Well. This was going to be interesting.

She tossed him a smirk and extended a leg to plant her boot on the other chair at the table, pushing it out towards him.

"I'd certainly hope it took more than a week to make us strangers."

[eatshootsnleves]

"Just about two and a half years, really." He easily caught the chair back before it stopped moving, and planted his ass. "So I'll need you to remind me where we left off on things."

There. The grin invited her to set the starting point wheresoever she damn well pleased, and his speaking attention was momentarily diverted by calling for his own drink and a couple plates of decent eats. He remembered clearly enough that Red wasn't much for fine dining and gourmet entrees, that her tastes ran to somewhat more functional hobbies.

He let his eyes trail down her neck, and remembered a few more things along the way.

We'll call this Thursday night whynot - disappearing date act may go down for event-log tomorry? |Da

[shiny_side]

Kaylee strolled into Hades and had a look around. Not here yet. Which meant she could get a head-start on the drink count. She chose an empty side table to plunk down by, ordered one of them sweet little red drinks with the cherry in it, and eased back into the chair

Heartbreaker. ;D

[eatshootsnleves]

"You've settled right in, y'know that?" came the voice from behind her, an edge hoarser than last she really heard it. Attracting no few stares of his own, the big guy in the long coat stepped around to grab the chair across from Kaylee.

He stuck an elbow on the table and grinned, openly and cheerily admiring. "I didn't know better, I'd think you were a native."

Gotta leave 'em wanting more ;*

[shiny_side]

He was sure one to talk of changes - that was quite a make-over he was sporting from the last time she'd seen him. Lot less hair, lot less flashy, and regrettably a lot less form-fitting. Same ole cheeky grin, though, she was glad to see.

Kaylee lounged against the wall and smirked back. "I like tryin' out the local color wherever I set down."

Granted, she'd never planned on this kinda extended shore leave, as it were, and she still wasn't easy with the idea of putting down roots. But the place did have its charms, and Kaylee wasn't one to deny herself the simple pleasures Rivelata had to offer in favor of sulking and pining for what was, for the time being, out of reach.

"Speakin' of color, where'd all the red go?" She put on a slight mock-pout. "Really suited you."

[eatshootsnleves]

"Enh, it was time for a change." He chucked her lightly under the chin - cheer up, babydoll - and beckoned for a stiff drink to start the evening off, which flicked his gaze away from all the underlying good cheer. But hey, Kaylee, bright side: once he shrugged off his coat, the form-fitting armor was still right there underneath.

"Lot's happened since the last time we went for a drink at Hades." He kept his own eyes shuttered, and watched her roughened hands toy with the glass.

Friday, because Selene is apathetic and wants you to know it.

[deals_death]

Selene needed hard liquor.

She really hadn't been drinking much of anything since Youji's death. She'd hardly left the house. In the entire week, she'd fed only once, managing only to kick her own ass out of the house when she was absolutely starving. It was starting to show. She was paper-white pale, and her eyes were in an eternal shifted blue state.

Her fangs didn't seem to want to stay in either.

She was waiting for Roy at the Lion shortly after nightfall, and had already managed four shots of their dismal equivalent of vodka.

But if she wants me to know it, doesn't that mean...?

[eatshootsnleves]

Oh, this wasn't pretty. Roy slid in next to Selene, with just enough space and turn to slam up a blocking arm if she snapped on him. Not because he thought she might, but because going over that line was enough blithe trust to be damn rude.

"You look like shit." he informed her, settling right there on the inner edge of her personal space.

That moosen are penguins in disguise. Yes.

[deals_death]

Roy was in fact that last person on whom Selene would lash out at the moment. Even if he was a little too close and borderline insulting her, she wouldn't raise a hand against him. She hadn't forgotten what he did for her that night; that he was there. While that knowledge came with a certain degree of shame, it had also earned her gratitude and unquestioning trust. That was hard to do.

She merely cast him a dull look, twisting her current shot glass between her fingers.

"I liked you better with long hair."

I KNEW IT

[eatshootsnleves]

"You're not the first." He rolled his shoulder in an apathetic half-shrug, turned the motion into a call for scotch. "I liked you better when you were still eating."

Which was a guess, especially with his eyes settled forward, but he couldn't think of anything else that'd do this. Even after all the shit he'd seen in Rivelata, he still didn't put much stock in the kind of fairy tales that killed people off just by grief.

Well. At least not as applied to Selene.

[tightpantsrawr]

Considering the dark, unwelcoming cave that Jason is skulking around in when Roy finally tracks him down - and for all his talk, Jason knows that Roy will be able to find him eventually, this is one of the things he does - Roy may not have such an amicable grin for him, either. Although hopefully he won't be doing any shooting, unless Jason has managed to piss him off as much as Jan, somehow.

There's a fire burning on the cave floor, all neatly encircled with rocks, and Jason apparently hauled himself a chair here - just one, he clearly wasn't expecting to have company. He's leaned against one wall, though, mostly in shadow still, and doesn't offer any greeting beyond a grunt of acknowledgement.

[eatshootsnleves]

Just one, but the man's not using it. What is this setup, an interrogation?

Roy's coat lands across the chair with a whud that actually echoes. It will happily drip on the floor for the whole time he is here - which he doesn't expect to be long.

You wouldn't know it to look at him, though. Within moments the archer's settled cross-legged by the fire, warming his hands. Fuck, at least it's not still snowing out there.

[tightpantsrawr]

Tucked away, further into the shadows but likely becoming visible the more time is spent getting used to the darkness - for someone with as good eyes as Roy has, anyway - there's just one mattress, too, with a couple of blankets piled on top. Obviously, Jason isn't using that either. This is just his living space. The interrogation-like set up might not have intentional... but he's happy enough to let Roy think it was.

"I see you found the place easy enough. Please, do make yourself at home." He's still not budging from the wall.

[eatshootsnleves]

Roy stretched, near-singed his fingers, and waited. The drip of rainwater down his neck prompted uncharitable thoughts.

Why was he doing this, again? They weren't team. They probably weren't friends. And Jason's uses as an ally could be counted on one hand. Titans, Together? Probably not gonna cut it.

Maybe that was it, though. The sense he couldn't shake that even if they weren't team, they should be. If anything, it made more sense now than it had before: Jason might not really be a Titan, but if he was anything he'd make a damn good Outsider.