the foggy goggle } { let me get mine, you get yours

[manorsuperman]

[Lana was in between towns. It seemed like she always was these days. She couldn't keep to Kansas anymore, not since there was a brand new apocalypse that seemed to be brewing. Buffy had already tried to talk her into coming back into the fold, but that wasn't for her. She was her own Slayer. She was going to do this her way.

Her way lead her here to this bar, seeking some downtime. She needed people, people to share a drink, a game, maybe a bed with. Lucky for her, she found a broad-shouldered, plaid wearing, no doubt very tall man sitting across the bar.

Hello, handsome.

She watches him with a grin and a spark in her eye, hoping to eventually catch his attention.]

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[imnot_likeyou]

[Ruby bailed. She wasn't answering her phone which usually meant that she was pissed at him. He isn't entirely sure what he did this time other than not moving fast enough.

Or it might have had to do with the fact that she found his scotch and set it on fire. Whatever.

It didn't really make a difference. He just wound up in a bar drinking anyway. He missed his brother. Every day, it was like this gaping hole, and no matter how many demons he pulled, they weren't going to fill it. And he knew that.

Picking up the glass of scotch in his hand, he turns to scan the room, as per usual, and as he does, his eyes land on the pretty girl across the bar. He flashes her a smile back, before raising his glass to her. Who knows if she's even looking at him, but he'll do it anyway]

[manorsuperman]

[She was most certainly looking, and takes the raising of his as an invitation to slowly round the bar to join him, dragging her own drink with her.]

Hi.

[imnot_likeyou]

[shifts to face her a little more]

Hi.

[manorsuperman]

[She doesn't sit, just leans against the bar.]

So tell me, what's a fella like you doing here all by himself?

[imnot_likeyou]

[shrugs]

Decided I need to get out of the house for a while. This seemed to be as good a place as any.

[manorsuperman]

No testosterone ridden buddies to join you?

[imnot_likeyou]

I'm not really a pack kind of guy.

[manorsuperman]

[just hums before lifting her drink to her lips...and maybe using that opportunity to eyeball him a little]

[imnot_likeyou]

[notices that. takes that opportunity to size her up a bit himself]

[manorsuperman]

[notices that and decides to slide just a bit closer]

I'm not too fond of the pack mentality myself. Though it does get kinda lonely every now and then.

[imnot_likeyou]

[takes a beat and shrugs]

Yeah, every once in a while.

[manorsuperman]

I'm Lana.

[imnot_likeyou]

Sam. Do you come here often?

[manorsuperman]

Only when I need the company.

[imnot_likeyou]

And how often is that?

[it's a genuine question, not a sleazy one]

[manorsuperman]

[shrugs]

Don't really keep track.

Guess it depends.

[imnot_likeyou]

Depends on what?

[manorsuperman]

On how lonely I am, how much I need a little fun.

[a beat with a subtle hint of a smirk]

Sometimes my hormones.

[imnot_likeyou]

[smirks a bit]

Nothing about the guy?

[manorsuperman]

[her smirk gets bigger]

I have a type. [her tone implies she's looking at it]

[imnot_likeyou]

[and that turns to a sheepish grin]

Good to know.

[manorsuperman]

[now that is adorable, and not at all decreasing her desire to take him home with her and have her way with him

expressing that, however, is always tricky]

What about you?

[imnot_likeyou]

[looks up, and shrugs]

Depends.

[manorsuperman]

On?

[imnot_likeyou]

The girl. I have a type too.