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Date & Time: RIGHT NOW evening ok
Location: A BAR
Characters: flynn, chloe and koltira???
Summary: flynn is drinking, people hate him
Warnings: face punching
The setup is pretty basic - Flynn, out for a few with Chloe, already pretty far gone. There are no deep thoughts going on here. That might be because he's already more than slightly tipsy at this point. They're both seated at the bar, and Flynn's been trading off job talk with Chloe and hitting on the bartender - your guess whether she's actually into it or humoring him for tips.
But as of now, he's showing his netbook to Chloe, some recent communications pulled up-
"I swear to you, he was actually typing with his gauntlets on."
Location: A BAR
Characters: flynn, chloe and koltira???
Summary: flynn is drinking, people hate him
Warnings: face punching
The setup is pretty basic - Flynn, out for a few with Chloe, already pretty far gone. There are no deep thoughts going on here. That might be because he's already more than slightly tipsy at this point. They're both seated at the bar, and Flynn's been trading off job talk with Chloe and hitting on the bartender - your guess whether she's actually into it or humoring him for tips.
But as of now, he's showing his netbook to Chloe, some recent communications pulled up-
"I swear to you, he was actually typing with his gauntlets on."
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Once Koltira loosens his grip and Flynn is able to just about breath again, however, one hand goes for a mostly blind swing at Koltira's face - unlikely to accomplish anything, but Flynn's more expressing his annoyance at this point. He started with kicking, but it didn't take him long to realize that was pointless against armor.
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Might as well be talking to a wall. A frigid, angry wall. One that's making all this exceedingly complicated. Because she's not finished with her beer, and if they're gone guess who's stuck paying the bill. And she doesn't want to. Call it childish all you like, she was having a decent night for a change.
So much for that.
Once they've disappeared out the door, Chloe reluctantly climbs out of her seat, shoulders the cost of drinks plus disturbance and smooths it all over with a short joke about men and 'that time of the month' before trailing after them with her hands stuffed into her pockets. Heaven help them if they're both still breathing by the time she gets out there.