[ not exactly a vip list, but the effect is the same, he supposes. she's a defender now, people know who she is. if only because she'd publicly snapped a psycho's neck. she's a hero, whether she likes it or not — actually, no, he knows she hates it. luke hadn't meant to spy on her, but he kept getting called to put out one fire or another and she's hard to miss on the security monitors. she doesn't fit in here, or anywhere, but that's why he had to see if she'd come. he's surprised she had, though perhaps it's only because she's out of booze. it's a long way to travel for a drink though, even for her.
he steps out of the dark as she scans the shelves, handing her a mid-range bourbon and avoiding his gaze so that for just a moment she might think it's another one of his employees. but it isn't, despite the well-tailored suit and he lets their fingers brush briefly as his hand drops back down at his side. ]
What do you think?
[ he asks, the barest hint of a smile clinging to his lips. he knows she'll hate it even more than misty had. but maybe he just called her all the way here to hear her say it. that he's making a huge mistake. ]
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he steps out of the dark as she scans the shelves, handing her a mid-range bourbon and avoiding his gaze so that for just a moment she might think it's another one of his employees. but it isn't, despite the well-tailored suit and he lets their fingers brush briefly as his hand drops back down at his side. ]
What do you think?
[ he asks, the barest hint of a smile clinging to his lips. he knows she'll hate it even more than misty had. but maybe he just called her all the way here to hear her say it. that he's making a huge mistake. ]